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I put you up, higher than the rest, But you went and climbed your way down. I always kept you above my head and gave you everything that I had left and all you did was bury me underground. As hard as I tried to dig my way from the ground, Your actions have kept me tied up in the hand. You were my number one, And what kills me most is that I used to overthink about you all day long, Now I barely keep the thought of you in my mind And that feels absolutely wrong. All I did was overestimate you because I thought you were different than everyone else somehow. My vision was blurry from all the streaming tears on my face, but I managed to wipe them confidentially and never hesitate. Today we barely have anything to say, and eventually I will have to live it anyway. You used to be something enormous in my eyes, sadly you collapsed from the pain you put me through that made me feel like I was about to die. I guess it's a matter of priority from someone being something to almost nothing.
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
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I put you up, higher than the rest, But you went and climbed your way down. I always kept you above my head and gave you everything that I had left and all you did was bury me underground. As hard as I tried to dig my way from the ground, Your actions have kept me tied up in the hand. You were my number one, And what kills me most is that I used to overthink about you all day long, Now I barely keep the thought of you in my mind And that feels absolutely wrong. All I did was overestimate you because I thought you were different than everyone else somehow. My vision was blurry from all the streaming tears on my face, but I managed to wipe them confidentially and never hesitate. Today we barely have anything to say, and eventually I will have to live it anyway. You used to be something enormous in my eyes, sadly you collapsed from the pain you put me through that made me feel like I was about to die. I guess it's a matter of priority from someone being something to almost nothing.
salim-harthy
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
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