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The Truth Jul 2016
Frowning upon my reality
Looking at the old parts if me
Unable to breath, feeling as if I've drowned
Feeling the pain and suffering when I look around
Fighting for my life, has become my price
Yet you never cared to ask me twice

Ignorant to the history of my scars
Singing along as music floats off my guitar

Realizing I am the only one to blame
Ever so wishing I can reset this game
Awaiting the day, he finally let's me fly
Living onwards till the day that I die
Fluffy is just another name I used for depression

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