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Put down the razor. Take your fingers out of your mouth. Drop the rope. Put down the gun. Wipe the tears away. Pick up your head. Put the crown back on. Remember why your here. Your wrists aren't paper. Your size isn't a number. Your life is a never ending story. You're not temporary. You can't just be thrown away. You're a gift on earth. You're blessed. The past can be erased. But you can't be replaced. Words are skin deep. Yeah, I know the road is steep. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. you just gotta get through your struggles. Your wrists aren't paper. Your size isn't a number. Your life is a never ending story. You're not temporary. You can't just be thrown away. You're a gift on earth. You're blessed. The past can be erased. But you can't be replaced. We all fear rejection at some level. We all have a dance with the devil. We're all in the same game. Some are just a little more sane. We all go through our crucibles. But that's what makes life so beautiful. Ooo, remember the past can be erased. it can be erased. But darling you can't be replaced.
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
Can't Be Replaced
Put down the razor. Take your fingers out of your mouth. Drop the rope. Put down the gun. Wipe the tears away. Pick up your head. Put the crown back on. Remember why your here. Your wrists aren't paper. Your size isn't a number. Your life is a never ending story. You're not temporary. You can't just be thrown away. You're a gift on earth. You're blessed. The past can be erased. But you can't be replaced. Words are skin deep. Yeah, I know the road is steep. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. you just gotta get through your struggles. Your wrists aren't paper. Your size isn't a number. Your life is a never ending story. You're not temporary. You can't just be thrown away. You're a gift on earth. You're blessed. The past can be erased. But you can't be replaced. We all fear rejection at some level. We all have a dance with the devil. We're all in the same game. Some are just a little more sane. We all go through our crucibles. But that's what makes life so beautiful. Ooo, remember the past can be erased. it can be erased. But darling you can't be replaced.
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17/F/United States
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
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