MonthsMature

Just months till I'll finally be exposed . I will hold the holy grail , freed from hell . I'm tired of being pulled apart , picked at , bitched at . So sick of so much of it . The horror will be over , I'll reach my best success . Never more sunk , never more to be stuck . My hear will hurt , for those who I love . It's sad it had to come to this , but I won't take the blame . 

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