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Echoes
It's buried deep inside me
Feels like know one will ever know,
This ache that starts in my toes,
I'd scream with all my might,
All you'd hear are the echoes
I may smile,
Day by day
Better to be the eagle in the sun
Than drown like a chicken in rain
I thank the above
For pen and paper
Allows me to drain my well
Maybe help someone exfoliate their shell
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