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 Dec 2014 A
Parsavagely Kompenere
I tried to find happiness
I tried to find peace
I tried, so hard, to find love
But in the end
It seems that I prefer
To lose everything
So I can build it up again
So why protest?
Take it all
My soul, my words, my music
Let me start again
So I can find the truth behind it all
Let me throw away my life
So I can craft a different me
Let my heart melt
So I can cast a new one of flesh
Instead of iron
For they can search all they want
But it won't change the fact
That I don't want to be found

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