Remade
I'm walking alone down the road with no stone.People are here to try to make me
feel at home. I see right through they are not people, they are demons in my heart
keeping me evil. No one sees that i try to be me.I fight the good fight but it seems
to hurt me. I don't know why i feel so low, but its time to get up and join a new
show. Maybe ill join the ones less fortunate I hope I can lead them to rejoice it.
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