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Mar 2014
It's not about you anymore
I'm growing, and growing and growing
Higher than anything and anyone
I am becoming myself
Realization is at the tip of my tongue

Merely two decades, that's what I am
That is how long I have been here
Two decades
How the **** do I know I love you?
Only you?

All around me, empires are falling
And mine is still standing on a base of lies
Lies lies lies lies lies
It should be the greatest sin

My happiness confuses the **** out of me
I think I'm ready
To tell the truth?
Hah, the thought makes me laugh

I think I'm ready
To tell the truth
Through one, more, lie
Ericaa
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Ericaa
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   Harley Hucof
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