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Sep 23
Climb to the skies to feel the warmth
Don't you fall, or you'll **** yourself
A million miles away from everyone
Up here we can be ourselves
A million faces lost in the sands
Think they died waiting for help
Help was there but they couldn't reach
They're too busy being themselves
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NateWest  30/M/Canada
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