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I'm tired of yelling Inside my mind The anger grows swelling Making me blind The stabbing pain in my lower heart Is nothing compared to the uproar I can't hit the target: with this dart Cause it will cause more war Nothing seems to work anymore The scars I'm making is no more than scars Something that closes the door Building more bars I choke on my blade I play the game The blade of everyday's fading shade And I'm the winner of the game of blame
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
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I'm tired of yelling Inside my mind The anger grows swelling Making me blind The stabbing pain in my lower heart Is nothing compared to the uproar I can't hit the target: with this dart Cause it will cause more war Nothing seems to work anymore The scars I'm making is no more than scars Something that closes the door Building more bars I choke on my blade I play the game The blade of everyday's fading shade And I'm the winner of the game of blame
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
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