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I'm living in a faulty world where no one could ever deny A damaged heart that no one could ever fix Broken promises made by people we love and we used to love Puzzles of life and mystery we always try to figure Expressed love that we try to get for its return All these we've groaned for grief Shall all come to pass All wounds that came from companions May be trusted That's part of being alive You feel everything
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Faulty World
I'm living in a faulty world where no one could ever deny A damaged heart that no one could ever fix Broken promises made by people we love and we used to love Puzzles of life and mystery we always try to figure Expressed love that we try to get for its return All these we've groaned for grief Shall all come to pass All wounds that came from companions May be trusted That's part of being alive You feel everything
vicson-speirs
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
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