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I made it through the mist and I made it through the strife/
I always dodge death, but still not aiming for life/
I dont care bout' anything but have an effort to try/
so many times I could've died but its like god dont want me to die/
I try find my broken heart so then I could cry/
and let go memories cuz now there back into my eyes/
this is sad, but now im past living in the past/
the way I act aint me, its like my idenity's in a mask
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