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Oct 2020
I feel sorry for you
That ego takes charge of you
It stops you from glory

Stopping you from seeing
What you’re missing with me
Easy boy, easy with me

What’s going on
Everything was set in motion
Stars forming, planets spinning

We could of been a force
An asteroid set on its course
Taking aim to crash into something real

You chose to stop
A hand that pushed me away
Now I float away from you

I’m seeing colors everywhere
Galaxies filled with unknown objects
There’s hope out there

As I look back
You’re only a speck
Going off course
Valbona
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Valbona  F/Chicago
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