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a goal
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if you reach to the sky
hands way up high
heart soaring
feeling like you can fly

feeling so good
for no reason at all
not saying anything
fearing to fall

why so scared?
why the fear?
why am i not speaking?
why do i longingly stare?

a few reasons...
a reason of fear.
not knowing how you feel
not knowing if you care

low self-esteem?
that to is a possibility.
but not wanting to flee.
i move forward
working towards you being with me
- Liquid Steel  
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