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Jun 5
I feel no pull to chase or build.
The life I want can’t start from here.
The path was clear, but I swept it away
By meddling till it disappeared.
It was made to be mine, I lost it in a day
I feel no pull to chase or build.
The life I want can’t start from here.
Hall
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Hall
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