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So many words in me now
Waiting to be released from the trap of my own fears and doubts They want to fly like birds And go around the earth They would tell the story of my heart, my soul, my journey in this world.. A moment in time A feeling I felt The beauty I’ve seen They’re all in me.. like birds.. waiting to fly..
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