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sigo aqui tirando lirica sin consolacion...

It took 10 pins for me to see you,
and a strike for me to like you.

All it took was a perfectly flowing ball,
down a straight path,

A beautiful sight,
as 10 pins fall to the grace,
of your beautiful smile.

And yet so quickly,
Who would have known,
that when I threw 76,
I would lose it all.

76 words is all it took,

I might as well quit now.
I fucked up.

I'm supposed to be the one
who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of my friends
on my shoulders

I ain't never supposed to show it,
my friends ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe
with a crack on Earth it don't matter

I use to be the strong one,
The loyal and the good one,
but when it came to the loyalty of two,
I was split between the same,

Inevitably I hurt one more than the other,
I took a step in the wrong direction,
I took a shot to the chest outta my own weapon,

I broke my own heart by fulfilling the same one,
and now i'm lying here with nothing to say,
and nothing to feel.

I use to think it was possible,
And second time around I hesitate,
I've seen it before,
And I guess i'll see it again,

Because i'm as stubborn as it gets,
And that's the price i'll pay.

For closing my eyes and
hoping it's gonna be ok.

cuidate,
qk.

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