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a bullet in my head, one shot to find where i'm supposed to lay. . .
one word, one action you've finally thrown me in my place. . .
a blindfold unravelled, clearance finally unfolded, a bittersweet acceptance, somehow felt guided, i must move on. . .
lay and pray to carry on. . . i must walk on. . .
find my distance and live on. . .
one word, one action you've finally thrown me in my place. . .
a blindfold unravelled, clearance finally unfolded, a bittersweet acceptance, somehow felt guided, i must move on. . .
lay and pray to carry on. . . i must walk on. . .
find my distance and live on. . .
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