I'm a sole survivor, with chaos and confusion it wasn't meant for me to lose em...I waited on fake to make my plate, while outside cold made my bones ache, memories of how I made it and what all it takes, I'm a sole survivor, wanting the image of perfect unable to guide her settled through times needing to feel that thing I feel beside her, not Man enough so I decided to hide her, I'm a sole survivor, time I cherished and lost while thoughts aloft energy alarm violations going off, seeing real but only needing the soft... paying attention the bill amounts to feelings getting lost I'm a sole survivor, forgiving how I got caught knowing valued renewed as my idea of lyfe grew can't explain the happiness pain somehow push through this, joy and pain or the joy of pain now this is known as perceptional reign, while absorbing the rain of difference processing change hard to believe this part finally came... I'm a sole survivor, with stories of Gold, spoke in a voice that touches the soul, even after reading this My HArt is Still Not Sold, if you don't invest listen in code words only develop to be a written mess, that no one wants to show, I'm a survivor with a Soul...
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