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Now I'm laid down, but not to sleep
I pray the Lord's soul will weep
He holds me in his arms, too tight
Will I see the morning light?
I do not wan..
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The problem is my growing hatred for myself,the problem is my weakening self-confidence,the solution is metamorphosis.The problem is my faith in human..
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Labored breathing growing softer in her ear,
Mother Nature can no longer thrive here,
Battered lands to which blame is only our own,
She sheds one..
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I can never escape my redundant thoughts of self peril and deception,I recoil every ounce of humanity I emit.Losing myself in my own torturous swirl-p..
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The winding scent of tobacco rises, twisting and turning through my nostrils;flowing down to the pits of my likewise stomach,urging my strongest will ..
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