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Feb 2016
These days all I got is just me and my idols
They give motivation so I don't fall idle.
My words are a promise so I try not to speak
Never been known to live tongue in cheek

I wanna cry out but I don't wanna cry
I'm alone with myself, yeah so am I
You know I'm not weak, but don't think im strong
Surprise surprise, it's been a mask all along

Don't wanna do this life much more, i'm tapped.
Could make a whole new planet from all this crap.
People often like me and I don't know why
I've always been a loner, always saying goodbye.

Guess I'm stuck in old habits
With a blade to my wrist
The angels on my shoulder saying
"Don't do this."

"I know you're right",
I throw the blade.
Can you get a soul back
If the Devil's paid?

What's it take to get to Hell
Then get the **** back out?

What if I redeemed a soul
Can anyone escape a black hole?
This is a really old poem I'd written- the blades and wrists thing is no longer a thing.
ThatSynGirl
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ThatSynGirl  30/F/Nunya
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