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I can't remember why I held you up so high, You've got nothing but a cold emptiness inside. It spread like a virus and washed over me, Into my strength you planted the weakest seeds. I became what you wanted, broken to nothing, When all I ever desired to be was your something. You held me so low that I scraped on the ground, With your virus inside I couldn't make a sound. I just bled and I bled until nothing was left, You kept all my pride for yourself, such a petty theft. I held you so high that you couldn't see the floor, But I see the error in my ways and say, "Nevermore."
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Breaking The Pedestal
I can't remember why I held you up so high, You've got nothing but a cold emptiness inside. It spread like a virus and washed over me, Into my strength you planted the weakest seeds. I became what you wanted, broken to nothing, When all I ever desired to be was your something. You held me so low that I scraped on the ground, With your virus inside I couldn't make a sound. I just bled and I bled until nothing was left, You kept all my pride for yourself, such a petty theft. I held you so high that you couldn't see the floor, But I see the error in my ways and say, "Nevermore."
IcarusFell
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
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