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I am sewing a dresswith the thread of strength,And knots of ambitions,And when it’s ready, Then will iron itwith the remission,I am sewing my broken soul!
I'm a coward with ice cold feet i was too strong to tell you that you make me weak i was too cocky  to tell you that I was afraid And I was too used to replying to "how are you" with I'm okay
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