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Aug 2020
Don’t stop me
I’ll be free,
You’ll soon see
What’s meant to be.

**** all this ****,
I hate every last bit.
Connections are taking a hit
And you’re having another fit.

Let me run away,
Fly myself over the bay.
All you have to do is pray
For my safety as i go my way
A, I’m done.
FluorescentShadow
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FluorescentShadow  18/M/Does it matter?
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