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Every minute that passes is a minute that is wasted (at least in my life), Happiness is far from where i stand, Forgiveness isn't close enough to even understand, Blame is common and unsureness is the world I live in, Hope is far fetch and with luck I'm usually feeling ****** Failure is what I'm used to, Disappointment is how it goes, I never see myself standing, Just always on my tippy toes, I used to hold on to everything, Now I've learned to let it all go, Independent I never was, Just dependent that's how it was, The cord was cut Then I fell, Hitting the floor, Now I'm crawling along the cold wet floor.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
Time wasted
Every minute that passes is a minute that is wasted (at least in my life), Happiness is far from where i stand, Forgiveness isn't close enough to even understand, Blame is common and unsureness is the world I live in, Hope is far fetch and with luck I'm usually feeling ****** Failure is what I'm used to, Disappointment is how it goes, I never see myself standing, Just always on my tippy toes, I used to hold on to everything, Now I've learned to let it all go, Independent I never was, Just dependent that's how it was, The cord was cut Then I fell, Hitting the floor, Now I'm crawling along the cold wet floor.
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Feb 13, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
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