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Mar 2021
You tell me to look at the bright side
And I’m trying
My windows are nice
But covered in blinds
I don’t remeber what the sun looks like
This old house
Collapses slowly
And I stand and watch
With no feeling at all
at least now I can see the sun
Written by
Lucas  M
(M)   
76
   Jace
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