I'm nothing more than a pile of ashes.
Being burnt and burnt again.
Never having control of how I want to be.
Always being the one stepped on to be put out.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
I'm nothing more than a pile of ashes.
Being burnt and burnt again.
Never having control of how I want to be.
Always being the one stepped on to be put out.
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