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I told myself I was meant for so much more. But let's be honest... I knew words spoke louder than actions. When my actions never made sense. I'm still laying on the same bed with the same thoughts orbiting my brain. Pain was my faith, Pain was my answer to everything. Pain helped me find the meanings of life, Or so I thought... Is this the truest reflection of who I am? The masked face of my inner moralities escaping through my eyes. Tied a noose to my limbs. So I could outgrow this. But it seems I've fallen short again.
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
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I told myself I was meant for so much more. But let's be honest... I knew words spoke louder than actions. When my actions never made sense. I'm still laying on the same bed with the same thoughts orbiting my brain. Pain was my faith, Pain was my answer to everything. Pain helped me find the meanings of life, Or so I thought... Is this the truest reflection of who I am? The masked face of my inner moralities escaping through my eyes. Tied a noose to my limbs. So I could outgrow this. But it seems I've fallen short again.
BaezJo
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
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