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Oct 2020
how heavy can I be?
written words are the solution
or so they seem
maybe they add to the confusion

where are the brighter days?
because it is getting dark so early
maybe this is only a phase
tomorrow i'll be better, surely

shaky hands seem to be my state
maybe one day i'll be steady
everyday i carry this weight
maybe one day i'll be ready

where are the better days?
sometimes i forget
but maybe by tomorrow's rays
we will be better yet
the ambience project
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the ambience project  18/F/somewhere within my mind
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