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Jun 2021
You havent felt the water turn into sharp needles against your skin
You havent felt the fire turn into a bliss of pain
You havent felt the earth decay around the echo of your footsteps
You havent felt the air in drawn so much your fighting
You havent felt the darkness be so peaceful
You havent felt the light to be so deceitful

So please... dont say you know me.
Written by
Brette lovell
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