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There was nothing, just me, until you waltzed into my life and dragged me from the dark, and filled me with life. When you left ... so did my life, an..
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When you're heart is pounding, and the angels cry for you, would you be able to stand up to fear? Better yet, will you be able to live with the fear?
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Look at yourself in the mirror. Is it really yourself? Or do you choose to see what you want to see?
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What if I am a lie? What I do, what I say, every action I take is a lie. Can you all see me? Past the mask I put on myself? Can you tell me ... who I ..
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My fingers typed this themselves, my mind wasn't here when I did this
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Just venting.
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Once again, I am venting, don't mind it.
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I question myself and what I believe in.
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