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4d
I'm not cold
I was warm and bright
Putting up a fight
Against the gusts of unkind words
Until they came too thick and fast
Hide away in a box made of glass

To see and be seen
To give light but never heat
Safe now but never free
In a beautiful cage
One I chose and still choose
I watch the world and wait for the gloom
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Aimée  F/The Past
(F/The Past)   
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   Imran Islam
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