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Oct 2023
And when at last
I'll say I love you so,
I'll never get another chance to grow -
For we reap what we sow.

You'll Take my hand
And lead me far away from here.
I won't understand,
But you're the footsteps that I never hear -
You just disappear.

And the road that we'll walk
Will be lasting for miles,
And your mask will fall off,
Showing me your disguise,
Yet the earth will keep turning,
The fire still burning inside of me -
Until I will not contain it.

I'm sick of the lies.
I'll burn your disguise.
Thrive in your demise.
Noa Adler
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Noa Adler  20/F
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