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Flame Apr 2018
With you I dreamt of flying
Funny though, I woke up crying
Why? Is the question I wanted to ask you for so long
But I can't, I ended up walking on my own

Am I hard to love?
Is the question I ask myself too
Maybe because Im stubborn
Or maybe because I'm not the one for you

Alone I kept walking
But then I smile
I try to forget even for a while
What I feel inside is another story Cause there, I was dying

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