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Power can change everything                                                           A man I once knew Cared about being true He had his heart broken                                             No liable way of coping                                                       obsessed with winning                                                 Always grinning                                                                                     No one knew his pain Hiding away his shame                                                                     People loved him                                                       scared of judging                                                                 Changed his ways                                                                               for a glimpse of fame                                                             doing anything to feel again                                         He gave into the earthly way                                       But one day he will know                                                         After all the power How he will feel at his last hour           Stooping so low                                                         The journey is the best part                                                               Be proud of how you got there                                                           End the way you start
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
My Dearest Friend
Power can change everything                                                           A man I once knew Cared about being true He had his heart broken                                             No liable way of coping                                                       obsessed with winning                                                 Always grinning                                                                                     No one knew his pain Hiding away his shame                                                                     People loved him                                                       scared of judging                                                                 Changed his ways                                                                               for a glimpse of fame                                                             doing anything to feel again                                         He gave into the earthly way                                       But one day he will know                                                         After all the power How he will feel at his last hour           Stooping so low                                                         The journey is the best part                                                               Be proud of how you got there                                                           End the way you start
My inspiration came from a close friend.
celeste-spak
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
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