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My enygma
Dont know where i am,
dont know where am
heading. Am standing at
the back, am tired of
waiting...hoping that i will
find what i have been
chasing. I shot for the sky,
am stuck on the clouds....so
why do i try? I know am
gonna fall down anyway.
Am not ready to let go...i'd
never know what i could
be missing. I know that the
bridges have burned along
the way and left me with
these walls and scars that
wont go away...am falling
fast, i dont wanna hear the
sound of losing what i
never found.
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