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How much we are served
Should not be proportionate...
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I journey beyond
the edges of sound...
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If I could, I’d carve at my chest
Dig deep and retract my heart...
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Trying to move on…
What comes after you...
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You might not be mine
At least not anymore but...
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it's not enough to write about the loneliness...
or conjure metaphors that will be accurate enough...
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How imprisoning
our liberty seems when we've...
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Give chance to healing
not to the wound, by being...
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It's never too late to hear you out,
Even if it's just for a minute, no doubt...
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Freedom is what I thought,
To reclaim all that I've lost...
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You failed me.
O god, your shadow one day...
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My Beacon
The sun is rising on a new day...