

It is poetry.I sit at home, with my head in my hands for hours. Attempting to try and make some sense of my life. It's all so very familiar, I've been here before. I've always been at this point of time before. Living a life of constant deja vu. Right back to the beginning, replay it from frame one. Make the same mistakes, believe the same lies. What happened to your life, what happened to you? Not quite what you thought you were. You allowed those you loved to define you, to create you. Once they're gone, there's nothing but a shell. Living one day onto the next without a purpose. AnIt is poetry.
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"What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way, what a wicked thing to do to make me dream about you. and i never wanted to fall im love with you" - Three Days Grace
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