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I tried my best this time I really did! To start all over and try to feel happiness again. But just like that, life dragged me down. Leaving me empty and useless For what's a king without a crown? A new beginning that came to an end Trying to hold in the demons, so my heart can finally mend. Yet I'm just a slave of a constant depression a body with no soul, dripping teardrops of perfection. I hoped for a chance but I was just given a fate, relying on the bottle and taking the pills for a date . I'm racing my life down, Leaving with traces of evil Theres no point in trying when your left with a stitch and a broken needle.
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
A torn stitch, a broken needle
I tried my best this time I really did! To start all over and try to feel happiness again. But just like that, life dragged me down. Leaving me empty and useless For what's a king without a crown? A new beginning that came to an end Trying to hold in the demons, so my heart can finally mend. Yet I'm just a slave of a constant depression a body with no soul, dripping teardrops of perfection. I hoped for a chance but I was just given a fate, relying on the bottle and taking the pills for a date . I'm racing my life down, Leaving with traces of evil Theres no point in trying when your left with a stitch and a broken needle.
chris-park
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
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