my grip has slipped and i'm on the rope
my feeling is fading and i'm losing hope
but it's still too soon to call the fight
i'll be back on my feet and i'll be alright
i slipped and tripped and that one's on me
and sometimes lose touch with reality
but it's far too early to call it a day
i'll be back on my feet and back on my way
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Author:
Noah Malice (
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Comments2
Fantastic flow and well needed for my soul
i'm here for YOU dan 🙂
Love, the invigorating message
what a poetic gift, you've weaved
thank you! for choosing to share
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