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Every song, she wrote Each feeling, that faded Every word, she bled Each tear, showed how blue was she On each paper, she screamed ****** sins, still remain with the pain she owned yet still singing out loud to let her veins speak of her heart, around this wall, she sat in front of this, numbing self whilst rhyming to the war Between her mind and heart.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Grief of rhythm
Every song, she wrote Each feeling, that faded Every word, she bled Each tear, showed how blue was she On each paper, she screamed ****** sins, still remain with the pain she owned yet still singing out loud to let her veins speak of her heart, around this wall, she sat in front of this, numbing self whilst rhyming to the war Between her mind and heart.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
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