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Uncertain
They cause us pain and yet we pretend
That it's love
love that will win in the end
Are we so blind by the challenge
Creating a false sense to feel valid
To remain blind is a choice we carry
Self worth cast aside and buried
So we can hold on just a little longer
The random good times
Make us feel stronger
You really loose your sense of self
In a set of cards you chose to delt
So if pa...
Friday 11th December 2020 2:46 pm
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