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Chasing the clouds for it may lead me to the sun I'm titled as a failure for darkness has won Snatched and thrown in the metal cage Cold bars that mock my name A frozen world that knows no warmth A ghost of a warrior that I mourn Lost and blinded by the dust of the desert I'm starting to give up on that treasure A buried hope somewhere in this land A failure I am since I faced the demons and ran Can life present me with happy potions? For I am tired of feeling all these broken emotions I shall rip a hole in this dark world I will collect the broken pieces for it shall be hurled I'll dig out the hope from the ground Then this failure will be crowned
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
Failure
Chasing the clouds for it may lead me to the sun I'm titled as a failure for darkness has won Snatched and thrown in the metal cage Cold bars that mock my name A frozen world that knows no warmth A ghost of a warrior that I mourn Lost and blinded by the dust of the desert I'm starting to give up on that treasure A buried hope somewhere in this land A failure I am since I faced the demons and ran Can life present me with happy potions? For I am tired of feeling all these broken emotions I shall rip a hole in this dark world I will collect the broken pieces for it shall be hurled I'll dig out the hope from the ground Then this failure will be crowned
Robertson-kwia
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
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