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The salt stings my eyes, As tears blur my vision. But I refuse to let them fall.   The skin on my palms now covered wih little crescent moons,  As the fear of losing you becomes real
The salt stings my eyes, As tears blur my vision. But I refuse to let them fall.   The skin on my palms now covered wih little crescent moons,  As the fear of losing you becomes real
When you feel so down and low   And you can't seem to reach the boat
Devil: Good Evening                                  Me: Midday Are you-                                  Don't start.                                  You're the same.
Dear Conscience,   Do you remember when I was young? Because I can’t seem To fit those pieces together For where I am now  
He hurt me. I have lost count of things broken and blood spilled. 1,5,20 to many punches to the gut and kicks to the shin. Remeber how you burned my skin?
Crystals are one of the most amazing and beautiful geological creations we as man kind have found, And I used to agree with them- Until I met you.   A kind, caring soul, You welcomed me with open arms.
We're happy, oh so happyEven when we shouldn't beBut we make the work although, you said you hate me.. Yeah, we fightLike we can't get it rightAnd yet you still say that our future's bright
For who I was, I was not loved. For who I was, I was hated. I was picked on, because I was me.   I would cry due to the sorrow. No one cared for my fare.  
It's okay to walk down the wrong path, or to find yourself spiraling through never ending black holes, or to climb steep mountains, without an end in sight. It's okay to have your heart broken,
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