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Plenty of reasons to cry but not been able to do from ages What should I call this a fake happiness or a tried conspiracy To just burn myself in the flames of hatred that the world is throwing at me The heart is demanding answers Even the heaviest of rock guitar riffs are not helping me this time to overcome the screams of the heart. Just burning feeling is a constant Is it all about money and possessions and degrees? I am unable to decode these patterns.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
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Plenty of reasons to cry but not been able to do from ages What should I call this a fake happiness or a tried conspiracy To just burn myself in the flames of hatred that the world is throwing at me The heart is demanding answers Even the heaviest of rock guitar riffs are not helping me this time to overcome the screams of the heart. Just burning feeling is a constant Is it all about money and possessions and degrees? I am unable to decode these patterns.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
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