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ចំណងជើងអង្កត់ធ្នូ
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Used To Be
Im Pulling Out The High School Jersey From The Bottom Shelf. Staring At The Mirror Barely Recognizing Myself. I Used To Look Straight Forward Running Down A Vision Lane. Now Im Turning Backwards Just
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Solid Ground
Coffees Cold The Kitchens Quiet. We Outlived The Heavy Riot. Settle Down The Sky Is Clearing. Youre The Only Voice Im Hearing. Time Has Worn The Rough Edges Low. Now We Move Steady And Slow. Let The W