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Make It Through

Wandering through the green grassesSometimes I think what I am;Cleaning my Granny’s glassesI wonder if life is a spam. Oh damn, maybe these teenage cells Are kicking at a bad time;But I still can’t leave my shellFor it can be a crime. I know I can make it throughAdmist the dark jungles;Crossing all the hurdlesContinue reading “Make It Through”