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May 2023
Turning Point
I turned in to myself
To heal all the wounds
To find the love inside

Then I look up,
Then I turned out
And everyone was gone

What's the point of healing
If I am as alone now
as I felt I was then?
Written by
Aimée  F/The Past
(F/The Past)   
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       Timothy, Edmund black, --- and Weeping willow
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