Yesterday, my wourld crashed with a blast. that
period I chose to bury my past. it tells of
time-my back against the wall. back then, a
victim of society to maul. spend your life
pushing and sho
To climb to the top but you’re held by a thread.
all the work youve don’t goes to waste because in
this life you just cant get ahead. again myy world
came tumbling hard upon my back. life sifted t
H my hands like sand through an hourglass. it
tells of time I’ll never recapture. the grains
controlling my life scarred me forever. so this
is how it goes-you give with no return. you’re
always
Otwed-cant get ahead.
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