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when will this end? I see my morals bend when is the day where I can run away? oh the pain of my soul these cries I can't control you remind me of a witch who's trying to curse and call me a snitch what have I done to you, to make you want me to look so blue? why are you trying so hard, to do anything to rip my heart apart? I stand on this battleground waiting for the truth to be found by those you've deceived and on that day I'll become relieved don't expect me to cry no I am not a small-fry I may not be tall but those who get hurt can be the strongest of all
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
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when will this end? I see my morals bend when is the day where I can run away? oh the pain of my soul these cries I can't control you remind me of a witch who's trying to curse and call me a snitch what have I done to you, to make you want me to look so blue? why are you trying so hard, to do anything to rip my heart apart? I stand on this battleground waiting for the truth to be found by those you've deceived and on that day I'll become relieved don't expect me to cry no I am not a small-fry I may not be tall but those who get hurt can be the strongest of all
there are so many things I can't handle and I'm sick of... but not today, not today.
kachiyuki
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
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