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Inertia: |
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Choose to be left in the wake or push against the grain, |
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Against all you took comfort from. |
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The unpredictable movements of life can tear away |
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Even the firmest cornerstone. |
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Left here to gather the scattered pieces of what we have, |
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We cling to solace in the promise that one day this will make sense. |
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The brightest flames will always be the ones to burn out first. |
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I cannot fill this emptiness. |
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The ground is falling from under me. |
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We lose ourselves in our regret. |
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We're holding on to a memory. |
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So burn your paper heart. Send it skywards to the clouds. |
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In the smoke and burning embers, make a tribute to the lost. |
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I stand before you for all who've ever grieved, |
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And all who have suffered: |
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This too shall pass. |
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It took all of my strength to come to terms with this. |
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Their silence haunts my thoughts no longer. |
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Dearly beloved gathered here. |
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Dearly departed, forever near. |
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In hearts and minds of those you leave behind, |
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Your names will live beyond your graves. |
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I am the product of everyone I've ever known. |
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I am their life stories. I am the places they call home. |
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I am the places that they call home. |