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design
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Precisely, well, trying hard, ( I'm. Not asken )
Articulate, this was the portion yah breached not to ,whoever
together from half light that yah had never shown to prehave priorehearsedless
the moment of ,has absalutly, everything ,you want know about to by loitering of you cant hend so co. O.n
You were speaking on ,settling the score
Stupid already n,hear me now, doin this,all all of in my opinion ,( could personal , I have can't say to for fact,though it may abrupt so many of nears on your quest)
((,Til you feel that shit is equal,)
The of this moment is, )
We lose agian,
Imagining the relief that will wash over you
Like rain hitting a parched garden
You wait for the scales to tip back into balance
( it'll never,)
target since away went new in a different old city you a house that is, furthering this,is, why yah dirty for, the beings of you ,not to be
Feeding the grudges onto Individualvigualanties now how what heard none untiesuninitialized
Ose seeking for the perp
like a stray animal with no purpose
grown iin not bitterness ( id have to dis,
,agree with ,diss) according to ,thy own opinion ,this sits in your ( does it) cataminated, brainial
Starring in this class sick class ical ill sounds you kill the of unheard of the morning
And turns the rhythm of into a line
You thought holding this fire would warm you
But it is only burning the palms of your hands
The research says the heart keeps a recond
fade with the roots in the aora on wasted time more past than the time you shouldn't have spent breathing
Revenge is a locked door that leads to he dark waiting for a light
That was never promised
The wound remains a raw red border
Because you refuse to let the skin grow over it
You are the number who tastes the salt
You are the number
who carries the weight
You are the number
who is losing the day
To the heavy labor of a past that has already moved on
It is exhausting to be the keeper of a flame
That only scorches the house where you live
The release you seek is not in the striking
It is in the dropping of the stone
It is in the opening of your hands
To let the weight fall where it belongs
On the ground you no longer need to defend
You are allowed to be empty of this history
You are allowed to walk without the ifist full of steal in your pockets
The truth is that peace is not the absence of the wrong
It is the decision to stop paying for it
With the only life you have left to live
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