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They said 'fake it till you make it', but till when will this soul fit in? Until when must it keep on dying? When will the passion be revived, so I can feel I'm really living? Have I been ungrateful? No--- please don't say such words. I've been thinking for years And those years gone by and I'm still coping. Searching takes too much time Would it cost me a lifetime? To see the world I've been wishing for, To live without poisonous thoughts.
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
Until When...
They said 'fake it till you make it', but till when will this soul fit in? Until when must it keep on dying? When will the passion be revived, so I can feel I'm really living? Have I been ungrateful? No--- please don't say such words. I've been thinking for years And those years gone by and I'm still coping. Searching takes too much time Would it cost me a lifetime? To see the world I've been wishing for, To live without poisonous thoughts.
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
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