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May 2021
Tension fills the air like smog
But you don't feel it at all
My heart is punching trough my ribs
But you can't see the damage
You have a way of shifting blame
And trying to make me feel insane
But I know myself
And I know you
Don't you worry you'll have no one soon?
Written by
A Wandering Soul  F/England
(F/England)   
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     Eshwara Prasad and KelvinG
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