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Jul 2018
At the start of it all, with nothing to record, cos my stories were out there being made, these themes of family and faces, being replaced by torture and feeling faceless, with such insignificant lil things remind me of updates of disgrace, born being honest and ended up wasted, refrain..

Tired of chasing these feelings of pain...
Broken legs won't take this strain...
Hills so far from the house of insane...
Street lights are home again...

I gotta thank everyone who pushed me through, my mind was stuck to you, and through you I forgot all this pain, never again, almost lost myself too rope, no hope, too close, lost as a ghost in this home all alone, her anger invoked, her anger in the walls, anger in the floor, but I won't feel no more, gift from God, delivered so raw, the ice did thaw for we now men... and did all for you lord...  

amen...
To those I can rely on...
LylexRose
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LylexRose  19/M
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     Bry and Franck Aleksander
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