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Mar 2016
And it seems to me I'm on a completely different frequency,
Out with my blood and insecurities to be told silently the belong back into me,

So here's another night made under the name of pain,
Another night to take what's left of my pride to make,
Another mortal, useless piece of song,
To take away the pain for another day.

Then another try in another day,
To try to debunk what the voices say,
That my words won't claim back someone's stay,
But they proved to be right in most ways..

I'm rolling over,
To cry in the corner,
Remorse is hitting harder,
And I'm falling over and over.

I'm rolling over,
To try to not be a loner,
But hope's hitting softer,
And I'm losing over and over.
Sılver ın My Mınd
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Sılver ın My Mınd  Sudan.
(Sudan.)   
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   mickey finn
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