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Ren
I keep thinking dark thoughts They are circling my brain Showing me that I don't matter They speak to me in tongues Of languages I've never heard But yet I understand them clearly They are pushing me to the brink Driven by my own hopes of insanity Or maybe it's my own sanity Basking in my own glorious demise Reaping all the benefits of a wonderful turmoil Laughing as I continue to fight for myself My breath is thin and shallow My body is weak And my mind It is always playing tricks on me Constantly having me in its own world of make believe But I will not give in to such callous weakness I am a fighter, I've made myself by my own hands And I won't ever give up After the roads I've crossed
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STELLA RAYMOND
You are making me fall in love with each and every word of this one!
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@STELLA RAYMOND Thank you!!!
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@Ren welcome 😘😘😘😘😘
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