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Hurricane
Ice in my veins keeps me on edge
While sitting in the backseat keeps me
Feeling worthless
Degraded and depressed
And straight up cowardice
Fuels me to continue running in the night
Disgraced and misplaced
Like a wet candles wick
Feeding myself lines
Of other people's success
Money never liked me
Because I'm always trying to get rid of it
While sitting in the backseat keeps me
Feeling worthless
Degraded and depressed
And straight up cowardice
Fuels me to continue running in the night
Disgraced and misplaced
Like a wet candles wick
Feeding myself lines
Of other people's success
Money never liked me
Because I'm always trying to get rid of it
Published 7th Dec 2015
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13th Dec 2015 4:38am
Thank you I can relate to this and I know that so many others can as well it is absolutely beautiful.
16th Dec 2015 00:56am
