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1d
It's you.
It's you.
It's you.
The constant words that echo out when the fire is raging.
But come let's just take a deeper look.
Was it really him.
Was it really her.
Or was it me.
Defining one's self is very hard to do.
So the word you, will remain our battle cry.
Until you have lost it all.
OOPS.
Too late.
Examining one self.
Written by
Laura
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