A victim

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A victim of a shear

Your thought was so clear

It touched my soul my dear

The truth hurts to hear

Cause I was also a victim of this shear

I was bruised I was mused

I was holding on till I can't move

But things started to transform

I started letting go even if it was hard like a thunderstorm

There were times I said "I can't take this anymore"

But u said it so good to make me feel

If those stones deserve my tear

So they make me fear to love

And make me lose what I live to have

I lost my dreams chasing theirs

I failed a lot down the stairs

But you keep making me rise

With those words, you fantasize


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