As i walk all by myself in this town of sharp prickly lights Against the ridges of the wind and my sorry plight My soul is empty, heavy head falls to the ground Like a vase that sent shimmering shattered glass when broken to the grind. I slowly pick each and every piece, putting it all back once again Don't anyone tell me,"Why don't you try again?!" Too many heartbreaks and a haunted lonely place I cried to myself, begging for help Please pull me out from this torturing drowning race.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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