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Jul 2020
Day and night
It passes right
While we fight
For our light

Hours of waiting
When it becoming
For this feeling
To feel I'm deserving

Minutes had passed
How long will it last
For me to surpass
This feeling that last

Final seconds is near
I'm waiting here
For someone to appear
Hoping for someone to hear

The clock is ticking
Light is dimming
It feels like dreaming
While alone I'm dying
Written by
Lite
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