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Yesterday, my wourld crashed with a blast. that period |
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I chose to bury my past. it tells of time-my back against the wall. back then, a victim of society to maul. spend your life pushing and sho |
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To climb to the top but you're held by a thread. all the work youve don't goes to waste because in this life you just cant get ahead. again myy world came tumbling hard upon my back. life sifted t |
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H my hands like sand through an hourglass. it tells of time |
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I'll never recapture. the grains controlling my life scarred me forever. so this is how it goes-you give with no return. you're always |
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Otwed-cant get ahead. |
