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It was blur and I was over My breath tightened My speed became slower And I knew it was coming closer Trouble was its name Following me was its game But everytime I lost a spark my smouldering fire got This time I was near to fail When my smouldering fire burst into flames I still remember that day When I finally knew the way Of how I could fly above the pain
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
Trouble
It was blur and I was over My breath tightened My speed became slower And I knew it was coming closer Trouble was its name Following me was its game But everytime I lost a spark my smouldering fire got This time I was near to fail When my smouldering fire burst into flames I still remember that day When I finally knew the way Of how I could fly above the pain
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
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