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I am in a place where I used to be free But now each day tears me apart mockingly My loved ones are crying My loved ones are dying The pain chips at me, it is pain so it must It proves that life only turns dust back to dust I need your love now more than I ever did But you wouldn't know, you have no more to give
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
Turn of Events
I am in a place where I used to be free But now each day tears me apart mockingly My loved ones are crying My loved ones are dying The pain chips at me, it is pain so it must It proves that life only turns dust back to dust I need your love now more than I ever did But you wouldn't know, you have no more to give
Written in a place where I should be happy
lauren-whitmire
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
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