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a wild child full of grace stuck in this dream of a haze that we all agreed to call life though most times i'd rather die regret hatred and deception all in the pain of excruciation maybe someday i'll be great despite great being the only thing i've chosen to hate it isn't self pity nor is it envy it's just the thought of maybe what i'm supposed to be is right in front of me that i can't seem to see for i am scared that i will love you more than i can bear
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
more than i can bear
a wild child full of grace stuck in this dream of a haze that we all agreed to call life though most times i'd rather die regret hatred and deception all in the pain of excruciation maybe someday i'll be great despite great being the only thing i've chosen to hate it isn't self pity nor is it envy it's just the thought of maybe what i'm supposed to be is right in front of me that i can't seem to see for i am scared that i will love you more than i can bear
celey
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
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