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Jul 2010
When will I be enough
Am I not what you dream of?
You beast, you haunt my nightmares
Not that you would care
You say “kid, you’ll go far”
Then you cut off my legs
How can I walk on water
When I’m down under, drowning?
And still you keep on frowning…

You only hold me back
You ball and chain.
Urbaniste Lost
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Urbaniste Lost
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