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It all started somewhere in the winter I begged for a love as my anxiety grows thicker Endless quest to fufill your soul The sense of home, it never felt so dull But in that winter's eve, everything is going to change Somehow im at peace, i don't feel rage Maybe it's time for me to start writing a new page. I gave it my all, but i always end up rotting in a cage. Everlasting story of my worthless days. Where you've constantly inviting me to stay. And those poems written about youth love, Growing up broken hearted, feeling so god **** small. But as time goes by, I realized all we said are just words with no meaning, and all of this is an illusion, fraud and a lie.
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
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It all started somewhere in the winter I begged for a love as my anxiety grows thicker Endless quest to fufill your soul The sense of home, it never felt so dull But in that winter's eve, everything is going to change Somehow im at peace, i don't feel rage Maybe it's time for me to start writing a new page. I gave it my all, but i always end up rotting in a cage. Everlasting story of my worthless days. Where you've constantly inviting me to stay. And those poems written about youth love, Growing up broken hearted, feeling so god **** small. But as time goes by, I realized all we said are just words with no meaning, and all of this is an illusion, fraud and a lie.
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
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