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amuba Dec 2019
Twisting my wrist
Tangling the string
These things that I make
Will you take one glance?

Every movement
Every second of me
Every sweat and pain
Every breath and stray lane
And these things that I made
Will you take one glance?

Desperation and frustration
Raw view and vision
Before me
I’m never free
Hey, anxiety
Hey, worry

Drinking this pain
Wishing the best
Twisting my wrist
Tangling the string
These things that I make
Will you for once take a glance?
Our work shows who we are in any conditions we live in. We are who we are.

— The End —