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who will listen..
The baggage weighing on my back
Tiredness streaching limbs and grabbing me from every side and every corner
I long for hope
I look out for light
I bang my head on every door I find
But every door seems...
Tiredness streaching limbs and grabbing me from every side and every corner
I long for hope
I look out for light
I bang my head on every door I find
But every door seems...
