There are at least two kinds of cowards. One kind always lives with himself, afraid to face the world. The other kind lives with the world, afraid to face himself.
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not really me, I will never know what made me believe i'm that sweet little girl all happy and free. When in reality thats just not me, but soon you will see the real me. Death and desturction all in my eyes, there is no path, there is no light. Only darkness and black light kept tight by my side. Nothing more than a hollawed soul ready to burst from anger inside. Whatever i touch turns to darkness. I cause the colorless rainbows and wilted flowers from the darkness i carry, i wish i could barry all the self hate. deep underneath my grave. So do you still see a sweet little girl inside of me? all happy and free, or do you now see what's really me? |
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