I feel like breaking down
I feel like hating everyone around me
I feel like burning away the pain
I feel like opening up my soul
I feel like leaving you all behind
I feel like loving with all my heart
I feel like being me
I feel like breaking down I feel like hating everyone around me I feel like burning away the pain I feel like opening up my soul I feel like leaving you all behind I feel like loving with all my heart I feel like being me |
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We are those who live forever, without ever knowing what tomorrow may bring. Those who seek what is impossible to find. Those that hope for what we may never obtain, peace. We are those who are cursed with an eternity of waiting...
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~"They're comfortable shoes! They only hurt when I walk."
~"We're talking about angry chickens and barbed wire!"
~"Ho- wha- Those words don't even make sense when put together!"
~"Carl, Do you want to explain your picture?"
"Not at all."
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She's always heard that she won't amount to anything and it kills me to see the agony behind her eyes. Tragic how people just pass her by but now i realize everybody sees her but nobody knows her. She screams into her pillow for a better tomorrow. - IDK?
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~"They're comfortable shoes! They only hurt when I walk."
~"We're talking about angry chickens and barbed wire!"
~"Ho- wha- Those words don't even make sense when put together!"
~"Carl, Do you want to explain your picture?"
"Not at all."
--
We are those who live forever, without ever knowing what tomorrow may bring. Those who seek what is impossible to find. Those that hope for what we may never obtain, peace. We are those who are cursed with an eternity of waiting...
--
She's always heard that she won't amount to anything and it kills me to see the agony behind her eyes. Tragic how people just pass her by but now i realize everybody sees her but nobody knows her. She screams into her pillow for a better tomorrow. - IDK?
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'A burnt child loves fire' - Oscar Wilde
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~"They're comfortable shoes! They only hurt when I walk."
~"We're talking about angry chickens and barbed wire!"
~"Ho- wha- Those words don't even make sense when put together!"
~"Carl, Do you want to explain your picture?"
"Not at all."
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'A burnt child loves fire' - Oscar Wilde
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