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"On My Own"

  • Writer: Patryk Zamojski
    Patryk Zamojski
  • Nov 12, 2017
  • 1 min read

Today the bed seems bigger slightly, My dreams left to meet you somewhere. Fresh air, when I am walking to 'nowhere', Your words, like knive hurt me politely.

Sometimes I want to delete some moments, When I made a wrong step, wrong decision. Looking backwards won't help you go forwards, I just want to reach The End with precision..


 
 
 

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