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They say it could be the Bible; the manual on dealing with defeat. Composed on top of Calvary, where they often let me sleep. But they ****** me and kicked me out, at around book thirteen; - “You’ll never understand, until you’ve fought in World War Three” My heart is no good, and my hands are tired from fighting; I tricked myself into thinking I was worth something
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
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They say it could be the Bible; the manual on dealing with defeat. Composed on top of Calvary, where they often let me sleep. But they ****** me and kicked me out, at around book thirteen; - “You’ll never understand, until you’ve fought in World War Three” My heart is no good, and my hands are tired from fighting; I tricked myself into thinking I was worth something
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
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