and with each step I take you are slowly proving to the world just how strong you are. Or how weak I am.
talking a life.
like it means nothing. The pain and misery as you tell lies, believe in less, and convincing yourself you're good.
my life,
something I have given to you,
my world,
is you.
And you see what's left.
take back the arrow.
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