Brianna N R Wine (9-29-1995 / USA)
No longer trying
How did it all turn to lies?
The truth has turned yellow with age, and I no longer care.
I can't search anymore, I need safe and sound.
The ugly bitterness grows bigger and I get burnt
My head is filled with misdirection
Am I supposed to get up? Supposed to go on?
My feet are bleeding and my eyes are dead..I've went on too long.
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