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Tired winded soul passing through,

Feeling safe, feeling content, even when head was at brew

Percussions get judged, no matter the sentiment

Feeling different, feeling lost, even when heart feels at tenement


Music bleeding from one voice to another

Being brave for things you cannot control, what you can smother

Seeing the change, seeing the destruction never feels tamed

But every single second of negativity was just you being framed


Walking around like you are full of mystery

Clenching down of the lust for courage that time has made blistery

Fighting the temptation of going fully dark

But waking up everyday just to breathe, just was not a special spark

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