Re-reaffordable losses

If I say that l'm hurting, who stay?
If the money run out, do you fade?
Can't afford to lose any more people
Heart on E,  we not equal
Hold on, hold on, if you able
Please don't flip, don't switch, don't label
Can't afford to lose what I got left (yeah)
Too many goodbyes, too much debt
If you still here, don't walk out too
I can't afford to lose, can't afford to lose you
[Bridge]
Every loss got a ripple I feel (I feel)
Friends, sleep, trust, all peeled
I don't need new names in my phone
I need the same ones saying, "You not alone" (you not
alone)
[Chorus]
Can't afford to lose any more people
Heart on E, man, we not equal
Hold on, hold on, if you able
Please don't flip, don't switch, don't label
Can't afford to lose what I got left
Too many goodbyes, too much debt
If you still here, don't walk out too (don't go)
If I say that I'm hurting, who stay?
If the money run out, do you fade?
[Chorus]
Can't afford to lose any more people
Heart on E, man, we not equal
Hold on, hold on, if you able
Please don't flip, don't switch, don't label
Can't afford to lose what I got left (yeah)
Too many goodbyes, too much debt
If you still here, don't walk out too
I can't afford to lose, can't afford to lose you
[Bridge]
Every loss got a ripple I feel (| feel)
Friends, sleep, trust, all peeled
| don't need neW names in my phone
I need the same ones saying, "You not alone" (you not
alone)
[Chorus]
Can't afford to lose any more people
Heart on E, man, we not equal
Hold on, hold on, if you able
Please don't flip, don't switch, don't label
Can't afford to lose what l got left
Too many goodbyes, too much debt
If you still here, don't walk out too (don't go)
a deep sense of vulnerability and fear of losing important people in  life.  question who will stay when  struggles arise. Repeatedly emphasizes their inability to afford more losses, highlighting emptiness and the pain of goodbyes. urge those close to them to remain loyal and supportive, valuing existing connections over forming new ones. a plea for steadfastness, emphasizing that they cannot lose anyone else amidst their challenges. Is directing a weapon to a individual 
Loyalty, do you some how feel bitch made in direct light, of knowing what is righteous to man what is 
Death, ignorance, not loyalty. Be here. Where ever you may roam, just,be here. 
Gracias,  
Who you are,
a fractured mirror reflecting possibility,
Could see, seek
the kaleidoscope within,
who could are you who,
a riddle wrapped in skin,
did any questions,
a whisper lost in the wind,
no, this is nothing, me
a void echoing with potential,
and this is you,
a universe condensed,
of the life of your purpose,
a map etched on bone,
don't matter,
a lie whispered dence air
then why be, me
a question mark carved in the sky,
and I'm not asking,
a command for your core,
I'm telling you,
a truth waiting to be unearthed,
and your arrogance,
a shield forged in fear,
oh no, it's not you,
clinging to borrowed identity,
don't know,
a labyrinth of self-deception,
always blaming people you don't know,
a dance of projection and denial,
nothing show,
a blank canvas begging for color,
and convince people to keep others off
of you,
a barricade built on insecurity,
is tightening,
of self-limitation,
directions matter,
a compass pointed inward,
cause you're here,
a point of singularity,
in the purpose,
a reason whispered by the stars,
for elimination of hue, no
And you say in quote, you do it to your
self,
Hue are me that threats conjured by doubt,
hue are us
a vibrant spectrum of being,
Know matter, I am hue
an affirmation of existence,
I am a being of hue,
a splash of color against the
monochrome,
a testament to the infinite.
It is no question,
you claim its cause,
my purpose twisted, bent toward
elimination.
But I am hue, a splash of vibrant being,
a spectrum you can't wash away
with your sterile pronouncements.
I am hue, echoed thrice, 
a defiant chorus against your too dismissal.
And your neglect, that pointed turning
away,
is a shard of self-inflicted wound,
a denial of the tapestry we share.
Objectively, you build your fortresses,
training in the art of the tangible,
but the purpose crumbles in your hands,
dust motes dancing in the harsh light
of your purposeless pursuit.
The security you crave, a  limb,
itches and aches for recognition.
Find your voice not in dominance,
but in the messy, uncomfortable act
of confronting what you can not grasp.
Fuck it, you say, a flinging of frustration,
a dam breaking against the flood of
Objective feeling 
But beyond the anger, beyond the fear,
lies the potential for something more,
a bridge built not of matter,
but of empathy and understanding,
a step fowards seeing the hue in
burdened by doubt,
stained by regret,
lost in the labyrinth
of your own making.
The man in the right chair,
Jesus,
With outstretched hand,
a silent invitation.
What's left is us,
a tapestry of flaws
and fractured dreams,
each thread unique,
wOven together
by the fragile hope
of something more.
We create our purpose,
sculpting meaning
from the chaos,
finding solace in no expenses
Hue 
in the solitude
The affordable being
of each other's presence worth
a shared silence 
that speaks volumes.
knowing
A man of you is

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