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And now I feel I've seen it all, But the familiarity proves me a fool. I could've have been anything I wanted to be at all, I just wasn't given the tools. But now I'm taking it back and I'll give a good tussle, Honing the power of my bare hands. Never again shall I fear another man, I've gained strength that is much more than muscle. While the pure white of the clouds will wander and return, The blue sky won't stop wailing for a second. Only it knows about life after death and it seems to be nothing like heaven.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC
What Starts Bitter Ends Sweet...
And now I feel I've seen it all, But the familiarity proves me a fool. I could've have been anything I wanted to be at all, I just wasn't given the tools. But now I'm taking it back and I'll give a good tussle, Honing the power of my bare hands. Never again shall I fear another man, I've gained strength that is much more than muscle. While the pure white of the clouds will wander and return, The blue sky won't stop wailing for a second. Only it knows about life after death and it seems to be nothing like heaven.
lliam-bro
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC
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