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He wasn't always this way A life  of smoke and ash. He's A burned house Only ash remains. " He wasn't always this way" I declare. Not knowing his past. But knowing no one starts like ashes. No one starts like the ruins of his old home Which was burned down While his mother was still inside No one starts like his mother ended. He wasn't always this way. Now he lives in ashes. He lives for smolder. Lives for smoke. Lives for ashes. With every cigarette he has Every drug he sells. He lives in smoke. Smoke and cinder. His teenage lungs up in smoke. His brain fiery addicted. He said he didn't care. A life in smoke. A young life... tossed before the flames Consumed They lick up his soul Relieved He is. Cindering, smoking Smoldering. Burned. Cauterize the wound. Obtain life again from the ashes That were the death of you and your mother. Like a Phoenix be reborn from the rubble Smoldering and roaring You are a beautiful flame. Obtain beautiful flame. Not searing flame So I then I won't have to say He wasn't always this way.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
He wasn't always this way
He wasn't always this way A life  of smoke and ash. He's A burned house Only ash remains. " He wasn't always this way" I declare. Not knowing his past. But knowing no one starts like ashes. No one starts like the ruins of his old home Which was burned down While his mother was still inside No one starts like his mother ended. He wasn't always this way. Now he lives in ashes. He lives for smolder. Lives for smoke. Lives for ashes. With every cigarette he has Every drug he sells. He lives in smoke. Smoke and cinder. His teenage lungs up in smoke. His brain fiery addicted. He said he didn't care. A life in smoke. A young life... tossed before the flames Consumed They lick up his soul Relieved He is. Cindering, smoking Smoldering. Burned. Cauterize the wound. Obtain life again from the ashes That were the death of you and your mother. Like a Phoenix be reborn from the rubble Smoldering and roaring You are a beautiful flame. Obtain beautiful flame. Not searing flame So I then I won't have to say He wasn't always this way.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
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