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All I want is a chance to prove to anyone, I’m worth it. Still broken… Dark nights; ghosts dance, mind screams: HYPOCRITE. Still Broken… My sins before me flayed, staring into the fire. STILL BROKEN. My angels demons betrayed, alone I face their ire. STILL BROKEN. Teary eyes raised, solution searching. STILL BROKEN. Corruptions blazed, damnation lurking. still broke… still human But that’s ok.
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
Still Human
All I want is a chance to prove to anyone, I’m worth it. Still broken… Dark nights; ghosts dance, mind screams: HYPOCRITE. Still Broken… My sins before me flayed, staring into the fire. STILL BROKEN. My angels demons betrayed, alone I face their ire. STILL BROKEN. Teary eyes raised, solution searching. STILL BROKEN. Corruptions blazed, damnation lurking. still broke… still human But that’s ok.
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22/M/Listening to the Crickets
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
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