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Feb 24
I sit still, quiet as this night is,
Words are mythical and lost,
I could find them perhaps...
The sorceress didn't stun me.

The fan hums, my ears ring,
Do I have tinnitus or my grief?
Nothing's changed, just...
Hushed and quietened.

My silence has been loud,
For as long as I remember,
Only this time, it won't ****,
Only this time, it's hope.

Faith is a weird name, right?
It is a quality I didn't have,
The prince is crowned with it,
Highest quality I was anyways.

The yoda influence is real,
I never believed in try, ever,
I did or did not or I left,
I do and I will for us.
Wanye East
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Wanye East  喜馬拉雅山脉
(喜馬拉雅山脉)   
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   Ayesha
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