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Visions of perfection always corrupt my head The dreams I have where hope is fulfilled is dead My wrist are marked with every unanswered prayer I've ever said The luggage I carry are under my eyes A minute I lay awake in bed for every lie I'm too strong to broken I'm too worn down to be repaired Victim I'll never be Those pearly gates aren't meant for me I'd rather walk lifeless for eternity
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
Luggage
Visions of perfection always corrupt my head The dreams I have where hope is fulfilled is dead My wrist are marked with every unanswered prayer I've ever said The luggage I carry are under my eyes A minute I lay awake in bed for every lie I'm too strong to broken I'm too worn down to be repaired Victim I'll never be Those pearly gates aren't meant for me I'd rather walk lifeless for eternity
hopeless-coward
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
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