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I am only two hours in,already buried in pity I am drawn to your sin.Painted red with lies that seep into my bones,Another two hours and I'll be all a..
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It can not be real,
but it will not be fake...
spun with lies,
and riddled with mistakes.
How could this happen?
How could it be?
How could you ..
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Crack and crumble and fall for me,
let love portray what we could never be.
If I let your light take my dark,
will you be there for me when I fal..
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I brought you here to show you this,
and now you have gone.
I prayed to God I would make the list,
but I have been diluted for so long.
My hand..
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Blood is boiling, pulse is racing,
hands are trembling, and heart is breaking.
Look at her, how can she even exist...
in the lie that cant be and ..
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I am standing here at a crossroad with one bone in each hand,
one telling me to be myself...the other one telling me who I am.
I listen carefully to..
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If I only could, I would say something profound...
it would make your heart start to stutter, make you better with its sound.
If I only could, I wou..
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Racing toward red lights, because I am going no where fast.Fact is I feel it right now and I am still not scared to crash,because it would be beautifu..
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White lines like white lies bring me somewhere new...where fears die but hope thrives and I can finally look at you...and your light does not darken m..
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She escapes into her mind for a while, a place she does not have to fight to understand.Nobody notices the long silences and averted eyes, as she sits..
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