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I use to be fun, the life of the party... thats when it all started workin to push my self further to grow  to learn something ... something i didnt know. lawl boy didnt i know.



i use to be a knight some one who stood up for the right,... of thoes who did wrong played that song to convince my self that i could go on. armourd defences agenst imagend offences to escape the pain befor it came, even tried alchohal to keep me sane.



i use to be free befor you found me, or i found you enslaved my self than traind my self to shead my armour and remove the barriers between us befor you even knew it i was sayin good morning beautiful my hert my love we could be beautifulbut what a waste , it wasnt a waste its a fate i face karma takein its place.



i use to be yours, im yours.



i use to be



who am i



i am the sorrowed knight my armour returns but not to my defence it protects my loved ones from everything especaly me



i use to be









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