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Jun 2021
my timid and feeble breath hesitates to catch up with life
when I had you all the days were bright
and it felt alright
leaving everything behind to hide from the night
feels like finding the light
but it is not quite
right
as shedding tears will blight
my soul with mold
Written by
zozek
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