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Beauty instead
A place of sorrow changed up for your potential
Left memories beside my bed table
Wishing I was back there when I'm sober
If only was October
Before November one less day I'm ended
If I could bring back my goodness
Those places were priceless
I'm hopeless
Faces touched, went softness
Be sweet for hate makes prison
I'm dead ended without medication
I'm useless without loves future.
Left memories beside my bed table
Wishing I was back there when I'm sober
If only was October
Before November one less day I'm ended
If I could bring back my goodness
Those places were priceless
I'm hopeless
Faces touched, went softness
Be sweet for hate makes prison
I'm dead ended without medication
I'm useless without loves future.
Published 9th Jul 2017
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