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#BlurryNights

May 20, 2018 Jennifer Mig
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Blurry, blurry nights

These strange nights

In which I might

Reach new heights

Suddenly I'm catching a fever

My head is spinning like it has never

I can feel my entire body shiver

My lines I can't even deliver 

In the dark I always wonder

Am I going up or under

I was overwhelmed by all these U-turns

Now I know it's finally my turn

The fever goes

A new part grows

The remains of my ego

Sounds like a distant echo 

You don't need a truce

Where you're living your truth

Blurry, blurry nights

These strange nights

I used to fight

Have brought a new light

Made it clear for my sight

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