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feel good
Sick of Searching
Maybe there is
Nothing to find
And it was here
All this time blind
Some people say that
It lives inside
I have looked
Decaing smell
I think it died
Maybe there is
Nothing to find
And it was here
All this time blind
Some people say that
It lives inside
I have looked
Decaing smell
I think it died
Published 18th May 2013
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