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Sep 2016
My brain endlessly plays tricks on me like a drunk and a straight line.
Calling me out for every imperfection each time my heart beats.
exerting all my strength i try to break way;
a never ending black hole swallowed me deep.
im lost.
I use to wake up with my feet glued to the floor,
now i hardly get gum stuck to my shoe.
numb, i feel fear flourish throughout my chest.
my armor, my protector.
keep me clear of that hope.
smother my light before it ignites.
Lyr
Written by
Lyr  Philly
(Philly)   
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   Doug Potter
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