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Get Up

I am clearly broken,
and no one knows what to do.
It's just doing what its gonna do.
Holding on to everything makes it
hard to draw the line.
Take it from someone who's been where you at.
Don't let it over take within because once its in your never coming out.
You live with fire in your veins,
everybody seems to fade; it becomes part of you and you'll never fight to get back up.
I'm hiding in this empty space tortured by my memories of what was left behind.
When will you draw the line before you fall into me?



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