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You throw up every time you think of what you could be Of what you once were Always longing for distant memories Yet I’ll tell you now dear Do not dwell in the past Yet focus on the future Because sometimes friends become enemies Boats get lost at sea People will get put in the ground, only now just a plain wooden cross under a tree Cast out those demons that crawl beneath your skin Set a spell on the evil within For the darkness will not eat you alive You’re not a corpse that’s dead inside But a wandering soul looking for a peace of mind Every second of your life is just like a hand on a clock, Tick tock So live in the moment because one day this house will become ashes They will scatter as the wind blows Along the fields and the meadows You might just feel like you’re a dead rose Yet your vines, they keep on climbing Just as you keep on fighting For the day you finally won’t feel sick At the thoughts that make you tick So don’t throw up every time you think of what you could be You are not a ghost You are not a distant memory For you, yourself are the only one who can truly set you free - N.N
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
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You throw up every time you think of what you could be Of what you once were Always longing for distant memories Yet I’ll tell you now dear Do not dwell in the past Yet focus on the future Because sometimes friends become enemies Boats get lost at sea People will get put in the ground, only now just a plain wooden cross under a tree Cast out those demons that crawl beneath your skin Set a spell on the evil within For the darkness will not eat you alive You’re not a corpse that’s dead inside But a wandering soul looking for a peace of mind Every second of your life is just like a hand on a clock, Tick tock So live in the moment because one day this house will become ashes They will scatter as the wind blows Along the fields and the meadows You might just feel like you’re a dead rose Yet your vines, they keep on climbing Just as you keep on fighting For the day you finally won’t feel sick At the thoughts that make you tick So don’t throw up every time you think of what you could be You are not a ghost You are not a distant memory For you, yourself are the only one who can truly set you free - N.N
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23/F/American
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
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