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War of my own


I struggle, I fall
I down bended knees for how many long

I crushed my self into million pieces for nothing. At all

I cried, I commit suicide I sell my self from the demon;
I smiled I laughed I act there's nothing like, wrong.

I've been inlove I used to be loved but that's it.
I think there's nothing wrong.
Now I'm alone left me behind is your worst doing at all.

But I am me and you know what?

I'm learning how to dance in the hurricane on my own.