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He stole my soul,
Turning my heart of gold into nothing but coal,
You'd think I'd miss the old me but truth is she is someone I could never be,
She was just a little too weak,
My soul is his to keep.
I am not a surviver
This is my note that says I failed
My death didn't matter and neither have I
All I needed was wanting to know "Why"
I am no surviver
you've told me I'm strong
The nothingness you feel inside
The pressure builds
You try to hide
A poison worse than cyanide
Your thoughts are all concealed
To hear and feel the misery
That stalks our dreams
