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3d
I'm trying to hold on
The road is slippery
Trying to play safe
Safe's over now
I lose all hope
When the troubles grip me
Killing myself slowly
Yet I'm alive somehow

Your words don't hurt me
I'm already tearing me apart
Don't try to **** me
I was dead from the start
Letting go is all they tell me
So that this version of me can grow
I guess it all goes down to my wish
For my own tomorrow
Boma
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Boma  16/F/Lagos, Nigeria
(16/F/Lagos, Nigeria)   
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