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The key
Something is strangling me but I can breathe
There's hands over my eyes but I can still see
I'm far along in life but not where I want to be
The wool is in my hands but I can't weave
I'm trying but I'm not all I'm able to be
There's a door to pass and I can't find the key
There's hands over my eyes but I can still see
I'm far along in life but not where I want to be
The wool is in my hands but I can't weave
I'm trying but I'm not all I'm able to be
There's a door to pass and I can't find the key
Published 10th Mar 2023
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12th Mar 2023 8:51am
very beautiful. Everything is in an attempt to get something. But everything is available at the right time, this is the rule of life.. well good piece!
12th Mar 2023 9:12am
