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Your voice filtered into my veins, I feel your soul screaming making no sense at me. I draw hard reality I´m fated to make noise. In this hypocrisy covered in silence. We use to be heroes, and now it´s us who are need to be saved. Interesting irony, understand life´s game. Realize that we are just players. -Losing games.
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
GAMES
Your voice filtered into my veins, I feel your soul screaming making no sense at me. I draw hard reality I´m fated to make noise. In this hypocrisy covered in silence. We use to be heroes, and now it´s us who are need to be saved. Interesting irony, understand life´s game. Realize that we are just players. -Losing games.
Ataura
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Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
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