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I am merely the product |
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Of the life that I've lived |
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An amalgam of sorrows |
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And the wisdom they give |
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But the weight has grown heavy |
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And its dragging me down |
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It's so hard not to sink now |
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But I don't want to drown |
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I'm damaged |
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But somehow I've managed |
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This far |
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But I don't know if I can find my way back home |
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I'm damaged |
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But somehow I've managed |
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For now |
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But I don't think I can face this on my own |
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There is beauty in hardship |
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There are poems in grief |
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There are trials we must go through |
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Though they may shake our beliefs |
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But I don't know how I got here |
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Lost in the cynical dusk |
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Set adrift in the worry |
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That I've no one to trust |
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I'm damaged |
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But somehow I've managed |
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This far |
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But I don't know if I can find my way back home |
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I'm damaged |
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But somehow I've managed |
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For now |
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But I don't think I can face this on my own |
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If to suffer is holy |
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I'll take my share of the pain |
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I can swim through this sadness |
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If there's something to gain |
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I can reach for the surface |
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And try to pull myself free |
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But the last thing I want is |
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To drag you down here with me |
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I'm damaged |
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But somehow I've managed |
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This far |
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But I don't know if I can find my way back home |
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I'm damaged |
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But somehow I've managed |
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For now |
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But I don't think I can face this on my own |
