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Sharp the words
Severely through the chest
Like blades twist

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To exist
So deep
The bond
As much
As immense
The void
Must be

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Having to house it having to put up with it
Despite so much torment
Eventually moving away from the mess
But no motivation
And in that moment one gets branded
Push me spur me walk me away
Once again one comes back on those steps
However continually carried

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Too tall to end up underground
Too short to glimpse the sun
In my stature lies all and nothing

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Continual enthusiasms
Repeatedly arise
Brutally at last
To then repeat themselves
They run out

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The barbarous heart arrives
It becomes unmerciful
It lives spreading pain
Where I pass by

Try now to scratch it
You won't get nothing
Because mine is of stone
It's disheartened

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