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face to face, with my future. examining me, judging me. staring straight into the demonic soul i carry. seems to be destiny sees me, the realist of me. there's no beauty in this heart life has tortured and tormented. bandaged and bruised yet still not broken and still beating.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
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face to face, with my future. examining me, judging me. staring straight into the demonic soul i carry. seems to be destiny sees me, the realist of me. there's no beauty in this heart life has tortured and tormented. bandaged and bruised yet still not broken and still beating.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
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