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Apr 2020
There’s something wrong with me
I have the sight but cannot see
You tried to show me the path
I got caught up in the math
Sun and moon and stars
I reach but they’re to far
Your soul is filled with light
Mine is dark like cryptonite
You sing your glorious song
I’m the one whose already wrong
I have a voice but cannot speak
The very air makes me weak
Gina
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Gina  F
(F)   
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   Jim Musics
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