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about thoughts and life and in life

I never wanted to say, I hated this life, since the start of the day. memories flashing away, but they come back to haunt and what do they say? 

Shes still sat on the floor, closing the door and maybe she cant take no more. rushing through the pain, and wondering if one time will ever be the same. Feeling trapped there's nothing worse than that, if someone stabs a dagger in your back, if someone counts the dreams and lack of hope and faith makes you watch the world till daybreak, 

when your mind is awake, of fortunes sold and the truth be told, which path to go and which rose to hold, forever in mold the names and hearts of the old who battled for gold. When your unsure of life, and you need time out to battle for the right of your flight by the wings that God gave, and that will make you sing, either way. 

Never escape the doubts of the day, Always try to put them away, like the shadows of the dark and the light of the tame, putting it together things will never be the same.