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It's just one ****** up little circle Full of hate and degradations, Malicious meanings and confused connotations That keeps us chasing after Futile fires. It hurts more and more And more and more, but feels as if time is speeding by without your doing. Your complacency is at fault. You feel yourself burning. You are the ashes Of a dying flame, Not the Phoenix.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
Phoenix
It's just one ****** up little circle Full of hate and degradations, Malicious meanings and confused connotations That keeps us chasing after Futile fires. It hurts more and more And more and more, but feels as if time is speeding by without your doing. Your complacency is at fault. You feel yourself burning. You are the ashes Of a dying flame, Not the Phoenix.
awkwardari
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
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