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Small steps |
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Closer to the mirror |
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The shame is in the deep |
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Slipping through a vast form feeling fragile |
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With hollow heart, a thin shell, a reflecting art |
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Still searching for hope |
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Year apart the shallow grave. Still to deep |
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Like an avalanche of pain |
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Overwhelming, shapeless and bleak |
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The creator is waiting as I seek |
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Dying inside |
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Try to hide away from psychic lies |
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They pull me under |
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Constant waiting for my relief |
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Will I ever see the rising sun |
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Locked gate until it will be better |
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Appreciation of the loss |
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Mind conspiracy of a future healing |
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The conclusion is safe in the core |
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With a hollow heart, just a thin shell, my reflecting art |
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Still searching for hope |
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I bleed myself to comprehend |
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A thousand hours in your hands |
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Plead for answers, not the end |
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This final destination is not a threat |
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No more |
