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What you don't know
will **** you.
How am I supposed to help others, when I can't even help
myself?
Most hate others, I
hate myself.
ThEy sa y to l o v e, FirsT, You have to love your S elf.
                       But what
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I tried a new style of writing poetry foe this one, anyways, heres my song qoute now. "And someone take the high road, I'll go low. There's nothing left behind me, set fire to it all. The fury will fade and the images too, A world without you, That's what I need to do."-JOLT by Unlike Pluto.


In the end, It will all fit together.
I've lied for so long,
My life has become
a lie.
"How'd I wind up here again? It's like I'm always getting blood on my hands.
All it takes is one and I'm gone, And a thousand till the end. How'd I wind up here again? You take me to the edge, You push me too far, You watch me slip away, Holding on too hard. Tell me why, does everything that I love get taken away from me? Why does everything that I love get taken away? You take me to the edge, You push me too far, You watch me slip away, Holding on too hard. Tell me why, Does everything that I love, Get taken away from me?"-Tell me why By Three Days Grace.
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