I'm Feeling some type of way, my heart is beating fast, life is running from me, so I'm chasing it in the grass, I want to see my future, trying to forget my past, but eventually my high will end and then surely I will crash... So I have to forgive, in order to live through the strifes, I can't give it up because this is my life..
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