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Drawing blank pages when my thoughts are crowded Every step I take, the same person will doubt it It's God's gift when I put my pain to paper But these days, The mirror reveals a stranger Had the Midas touch now it's writer's block Hard to guard my heart when i'm fighting lust Every face I gaze, I have no mind to trust Every girl that I loved is every bridge that I burned Time is a jewel that you lose or keep precious My times now are more sins and less confessions My dreams are silhouettes, only dark thoughts My mind fears what the heart wants To live and die young, If only I could help it take these as my last words, the eulogy's poetic.
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
Note to self II.
Drawing blank pages when my thoughts are crowded Every step I take, the same person will doubt it It's God's gift when I put my pain to paper But these days, The mirror reveals a stranger Had the Midas touch now it's writer's block Hard to guard my heart when i'm fighting lust Every face I gaze, I have no mind to trust Every girl that I loved is every bridge that I burned Time is a jewel that you lose or keep precious My times now are more sins and less confessions My dreams are silhouettes, only dark thoughts My mind fears what the heart wants To live and die young, If only I could help it take these as my last words, the eulogy's poetic.
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
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