Aug 2014
Breaking through the doors
Finding the truth
Once a tight knot
Has now become loose.
Retying the string
Does not make the same knot
I’m breaking through the doors
The lies will never stop.
Finding the truth
Once a tight knot
Has now become loose.
Retying the string
Does not make the same knot
I’m breaking through the doors
The lies will never stop.
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