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Sometimes I feel like There's someone better inside of me And she's buried in this giant amount Of pressure that I make. A piece of me is burning To go beyond what I am and what I do But I can't hear it Because of the noise in my daily life. I have come to learn With pain and pleasure To make every stumble A bridge to the real me Of course Somedays I fail. But I try. Oh man, How I have been trying...
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
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Sometimes I feel like There's someone better inside of me And she's buried in this giant amount Of pressure that I make. A piece of me is burning To go beyond what I am and what I do But I can't hear it Because of the noise in my daily life. I have come to learn With pain and pleasure To make every stumble A bridge to the real me Of course Somedays I fail. But I try. Oh man, How I have been trying...
miameira
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20/F/Brazil
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
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