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Slow to the jump, quick on the fall. Falls in love, and gives it his all. All tore up, his anxiety grows tall. Tall list of insecurities, he lives as a thrall. Thrall to the past, and with the past he brawls. Brawls till he can't, gives up and falls. Falls to the ground, lifts up and crawls. Crawls to his room, picks himself up on the wall. Walls up the past, climbs in bed and bawls. Bawls himself to sleep, wakes up feeling small. Small town where he lives, time to get on the ball. ***** up his pain and throws it away. Time to start over. It's a brand new day.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
The Cycle of a Sad Boy
Slow to the jump, quick on the fall. Falls in love, and gives it his all. All tore up, his anxiety grows tall. Tall list of insecurities, he lives as a thrall. Thrall to the past, and with the past he brawls. Brawls till he can't, gives up and falls. Falls to the ground, lifts up and crawls. Crawls to his room, picks himself up on the wall. Walls up the past, climbs in bed and bawls. Bawls himself to sleep, wakes up feeling small. Small town where he lives, time to get on the ball. ***** up his pain and throws it away. Time to start over. It's a brand new day.
justin-stewart
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
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