Jag var 20 och citerade Asha Ali och skrev om att livets mening var intrampad under någons skosula och fick smaka på sin egen medicin. Seems like.. happy times.
"I don't belong here
On a day like this
I don't belong here
I should be somewhere else.
Other days pass over so much faster
the night's lingers on what feels like forever
My woman I see and scars may bleed
There's a thought I can not shake
it's as cold as a lake
and it just wont brake"
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