it burns inside...the lies, the hurt, the regret. I feel it all consume me. Why fight? I'm never gonna find who I am. I'll never be the same. The truth I needed to find and now I'm lost within the horror of the truth. I cannot return to who I was, that person is surely dead. I sleep on the doormat, waiting to be taken in, a stray of the streets. I
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-L.W.
ps. i bought a new bass today! ;)
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