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Nov 2016
I self destruct
It's what I do best
I wreck things I love
I leave behind mess

I'm on a war path of my own
And I burn bridges better than most
Set in my ways like stone
I keep wandering lonely roads

Brought up in a tired old town
I've never been one for sticking around
I've got madness on my mind
I keep running to leave it behind

This cold heart keeps warm
Wrapped up in trouble is all I know
I wear it like an armour
Sticks and stones won't break these bones

Wise crack
Wild as a fire
I'll say the wrong thing
Build you up like a tower

Then you'll crash to the ground
When I leave this old town
Don't be surprised when I say
I never wanted to stay
Rhys Michael
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Rhys Michael  27/M/Cardiff
(27/M/Cardiff)   
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