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hope

it's me that we're talking about
it's not like you're gonna wanna shout
my name and admit
that you like my shit
but admit this that
you won't ever see
anyone like me
so i'm thankfu for
you having patience to soar
up in the sky and look up
and find me there, you're stuck
i know that you're stuck
like a damn duck
in the middle of a shooting range
you have your strange
problems that you hide
them to my sight
cause you dont want me hurt
but i heal quickly
and i'll always be me
but i will change for better
we will have a family
not like we have now
not a dysfunctional one but somehow
normal
you and me together
-yakaa: jujaa
#promise

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