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Oct 19
Why do I dare to sing
this melody, overused and
claimed by millions of
others, with voices nearly
interchangeable but barely off,
imperceptibly so, just a dash
too much of cinnamon, not that
you’d ever know, but still
I steal these hand-me-down
words, chasing the horizon only
to retreat back to the
well-worn reef?
Vemödalen:

n. The fear that originality is no longer possible.
Written by
Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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