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Sophia Thombre

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Sophia Thombre

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One's Own

One's Own

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Stood on the stairs was a heart of Gold.

All I just wanted was to own.


Time was tragic in ups and downs,

How I couldn't see my morals going down.


Came the time when Tables turned.

Instead of owning I had it thrown.


Embraced my self like a clone,

Coz now I know it was all stone.


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