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Under Pressure
I've been lying to my friends and family for a few weeks now.
Not lyin about my love for them.
But lyin about my happiness.
It's not them its all me.
I always vision and wanna see myself
Being better than what I am.
But it's hard to do that.
When I can't be the man to pick me up.
Like a player with good sportsmanship
My high expectations.
Give me greys
...
Monday 29th June 2015 12:57 am
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