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Not on my watch


I’m not gonna let myself
slip through my fingers again
My smile could very well be:
A cry for help


A sudden-death, the final score
takes the last shot
of the game

But not in vain
I’m gonna pull myself up
From the bottom of my heart
I’ll rescue my soul
I’ll survive

This earthquake in my body


Fri vers av Hon kallar sig poet VIP
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Publicerad 2021-12-01 21:07

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