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The strength i grabbed from an unfortunate friend, has now been laid slain to waste, right before me. Loves lost grace as hypocrites embrace, the sinking floor beneath us all will judge us rightly. Life was a dream that we both shared, it was over before it was even born. Reality had never introduced itself, it quietly left us alone without keys, and checked into its own room. Sour grapes ? it tastes that way, out of lunacy we were divided. Parachute, our minds out of our heads and nobody cared or noticed. Too many feelings here in our souls, because we can't feel beaten, but betray each other with treason, but i never want to be like you, and you could never be like me. Sometimes there can only be one ending.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
Loose Shrapnel
The strength i grabbed from an unfortunate friend, has now been laid slain to waste, right before me. Loves lost grace as hypocrites embrace, the sinking floor beneath us all will judge us rightly. Life was a dream that we both shared, it was over before it was even born. Reality had never introduced itself, it quietly left us alone without keys, and checked into its own room. Sour grapes ? it tastes that way, out of lunacy we were divided. Parachute, our minds out of our heads and nobody cared or noticed. Too many feelings here in our souls, because we can't feel beaten, but betray each other with treason, but i never want to be like you, and you could never be like me. Sometimes there can only be one ending.
frank-core
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
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