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1d
Is there a way out

or a way in

I can feel my knees weaken

blood tingling

at my fingertips

One dare to create

took the risk

met the insane

heard the song

is there a way out

or a way deeper in

should i break

all my bones

to sing my song

why do i shed

tears

why kneel to the king

I checkmated once

feel myself rotting under my skin

sick of clothing myself in this mortal

Wasting one to become

everything

why is this

thin walls of ice

feels so heated inside

Is there
Written by
Mercan Arapoglu  21/F
(21/F)   
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