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there's a lot wrong with the earth- & with my head i'm trying to shed my addict skin i'm so much more than what i depict & i've come pretty far, considering where i've been & this world may be bleak but i've gained some light by burning down every bridge in my sight- you may say my pyromania is born out of spite but your toxicity is now gone. i can finally breathe right. so i'm going to continue to fix myself i'll box up old memories, hide them high on a shelf because i’m done treating the past as my prison cell. i've roamed ******* far from the pits of your hell.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
burnt
there's a lot wrong with the earth- & with my head i'm trying to shed my addict skin i'm so much more than what i depict & i've come pretty far, considering where i've been & this world may be bleak but i've gained some light by burning down every bridge in my sight- you may say my pyromania is born out of spite but your toxicity is now gone. i can finally breathe right. so i'm going to continue to fix myself i'll box up old memories, hide them high on a shelf because i’m done treating the past as my prison cell. i've roamed ******* far from the pits of your hell.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
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