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Nov 2014
So I'm giving up on giving up,
It's got me nowhere.
Getting through instead of out,
seeing the light outside the glare.
Worry used to weigh me down
but now I just don't care.
So whenever you're ready my friend
I hope to see you there.
Rhianecdote
Written by
Rhianecdote  London
(London)   
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