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Apr 27
I have all the time, but no time at all.

My mind is racing to the next stop, but hasn't even taken off.

What is this I'm feeling? Why can't I get moving?

My heart is ready, but my body is still...

I can't seem to take off, what is set in my soul. To unearth the dreams, that are so hidden in this hole.

Fear, could it be? I wonder... I wonder when this heart of dreams will break free.
Charl
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Charl  40/F
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