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Believe


A twin sized bed and a memory that's all I've managed to believe a childhood gone that's disappeared a strange new future cold and weird drowning in sorrow of misery that's all Ive managed to believe to understand what life is like its like falling from high on your very first bike with cuts and bruises you carry on til those you love are long since gone bend and break and you will see that's all I've managed to believe our darkest days, our darkest hours we often question our God's powers will he help us after all or just sit back and let us fall? love I've lost and never had a quiet mom, a vengeful dad the screams that came from down the hall the glass that broke against the wall i wasn't the only one that could see buts that's all I've managed to believe I've grown so fast, we've come so far to learn to walk and wish on stars Love is highly overrated twisted.. stepped on re debated but from this life I'll never leave and that's all I've managed to believe..
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