where nothing makes sense.
The angel on my shoulder
tells me to jump.
The only thing
holding me back,
is the devil on the other,
telling me not to.
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| I'm here, where nothing makes sense. The angel on my shoulder tells me to jump. The only thing holding me back, is the devil on the other, telling me not to. |
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