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Composure on the surface
a nuclear explosion in my head.
My soul is up for purchase
emotionally I'm dead.
Lost with no direction.
Stressed beyond my means.
Striving for perfection
that's unattainable it seems.
a nuclear explosion in my head.
My soul is up for purchase
emotionally I'm dead.
Lost with no direction.
Stressed beyond my means.
Striving for perfection
that's unattainable it seems.
Published 6th Sep 2011
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6th Sep 2011 7:07am
i Love how u accept da fact
dat perfection....wel we wil neva hav dat
howeva its unproduction 2 sell ur Soul
bcuz if lou gets it den ur body mite as wel alredy b cold....
so jus giv Life a chance
only God Can Perfect us boo...dats easy 2 undastand....
dat perfection....wel we wil neva hav dat
howeva its unproduction 2 sell ur Soul
bcuz if lou gets it den ur body mite as wel alredy b cold....
so jus giv Life a chance
only God Can Perfect us boo...dats easy 2 undastand....
