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i'm trying to be my own hero whispering "it's okay" out to the cold night and in to the chill that seems to line my veins nowadays "it's alright" holding in the sighs shying away from eyes how many times have i told myself "you'll be fine" "it's okay to cry" but i drench my pillow every night, and beyond the eighth- floor window is a world separate from here (consider the fall) "smile" i do smile, my own hero, remember? (well, only fairytales have happy endings; and twisted storylines are beyond saving)
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
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i'm trying to be my own hero whispering "it's okay" out to the cold night and in to the chill that seems to line my veins nowadays "it's alright" holding in the sighs shying away from eyes how many times have i told myself "you'll be fine" "it's okay to cry" but i drench my pillow every night, and beyond the eighth- floor window is a world separate from here (consider the fall) "smile" i do smile, my own hero, remember? (well, only fairytales have happy endings; and twisted storylines are beyond saving)
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
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