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Motivation escapes from my tears as the men in black gather from my fears I'm scared if I speak I will be hurt that I will be dropped face down in the dirt I can't focus on my sleep I can feel my life up at a peak My insanity bringing my painful thoughts to life The grave keeper comes with a scythe I can't feel my face anymore it's gone numb and sore. Please help me escape this hell before that final bell shall ring and the angels will sing before I slip up and give in to my insane thoughts and the neverending sin that burrows out from my tears deep within
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Taunted Nights
Motivation escapes from my tears as the men in black gather from my fears I'm scared if I speak I will be hurt that I will be dropped face down in the dirt I can't focus on my sleep I can feel my life up at a peak My insanity bringing my painful thoughts to life The grave keeper comes with a scythe I can't feel my face anymore it's gone numb and sore. Please help me escape this hell before that final bell shall ring and the angels will sing before I slip up and give in to my insane thoughts and the neverending sin that burrows out from my tears deep within
CharlesWRose
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
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