CROSSROAD

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We're not there yet
Can you see me through the melancholy
In all of these pretense
You're all that makes sense to me

I seem to have lost my aim
As I carry the weight up to an incline
But dear, call my name
And I'll fall to you like a landslide

I don't know
But if at all, my prayers did reach your soul
Then you should know
My dear, I meant it all
I meant it all

We're almost there
Out of the freezing cold
Though we're on a parallel
It's a slippery slope
So someday I hope
We'll end up in the heat of the crossroad

◀⏮▶-✒·~〰〽.·.°·✴☪⚫❇.°·*.

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