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Apr 2014
This path beneath me it leads two ways
One of freedom and the other of stay
The comfy way that I know to well or the unknown way where I hope to never dwell
Hope is good but not so great
The power of my words I must use with conviction and grace
This path beneath me it leads two ways
One of freedom and the other of stay
Nameless
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Nameless  London
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