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Life is a delicate thing It can be destroyed in an instant Mine is being destroyed Crumbling at my feet Normally I would fight back But now I'm done I can't fight, I'm sick if it I wish it would just end Here and now Then I wouldn't have to watch As my world is crumbling around me
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Falling through my fingers
Life is a delicate thing It can be destroyed in an instant Mine is being destroyed Crumbling at my feet Normally I would fight back But now I'm done I can't fight, I'm sick if it I wish it would just end Here and now Then I wouldn't have to watch As my world is crumbling around me
hannamaria
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
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