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I feel like I'm dying, Like I'm being torn apart, This feeling's the last thing that I remember, My wounded heart, I wish I could tell you, Tell you how I love, I wish you could see through these cursed eyes of mine, I wish I was normal, Not ****** up, I wish I was better, That I was enough, But all you can see are the broken pieces of the past, All of them shattered in my eyes, You think they are golden, But I know that they are the eyes of a mad man, That I once was.
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC
They shoot wounded horses, don't they?
I feel like I'm dying, Like I'm being torn apart, This feeling's the last thing that I remember, My wounded heart, I wish I could tell you, Tell you how I love, I wish you could see through these cursed eyes of mine, I wish I was normal, Not ****** up, I wish I was better, That I was enough, But all you can see are the broken pieces of the past, All of them shattered in my eyes, You think they are golden, But I know that they are the eyes of a mad man, That I once was.
1. August 2017
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC
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