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Faith
If I believe in me,
I can be anything,
I ever want to be,
Swiftly soaring through the sky,
Flying my way that high,
Gently touching horizons unseen,
If I believe in me.
Maybe dive into waters so pure,
Laugh with dolphins,
Solve mysteries unknown,
I can feel the deepest pits,
If only I believe in me.
Forgetting all my darkest fears,
Ignoring all thos...
Tuesday 1st August 2023 4:12 pm
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