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You can say im dead inside, Im just sick of having **** to hide I don't have to lie any more you know, Without the hate i have a chance to grow, Where hate was once a flood, purging the land, Now its just water falling through my hands
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
Ebb and flow
You can say im dead inside, Im just sick of having **** to hide I don't have to lie any more you know, Without the hate i have a chance to grow, Where hate was once a flood, purging the land, Now its just water falling through my hands
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
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