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Oh, here it comes, you're dying again. Time to see how many people were lying again. If you walk out, I'll know what brought you to your end. I'll know the lack of your intentions. And, though none of them were ever to give me your hand when I fell, I'd understand. Because the thing that makes it so hard to stay for me, is that I fall constantly. I try to keep myself strong enough to stand, but I fall to the ground anyways. If you won't stay true to me when I fall, I understand.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
I Understand
Oh, here it comes, you're dying again. Time to see how many people were lying again. If you walk out, I'll know what brought you to your end. I'll know the lack of your intentions. And, though none of them were ever to give me your hand when I fell, I'd understand. Because the thing that makes it so hard to stay for me, is that I fall constantly. I try to keep myself strong enough to stand, but I fall to the ground anyways. If you won't stay true to me when I fall, I understand.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
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