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Why must you reduce yourself to this Aren't you tired of coming back for more Can't you see that comfort is just a prayer away So let your feet shatter

Honestly, what sense does it make to defame a thing you won't acknowledge When all is good and well, you'll shower yourself with pride When all is good

This weight on my chest is too much to bear for me These ribs have collapsed The pain is only made greater by these broken bones peircing through my

For far too long I have sailed through the oceans of sorrow Uknowing of where I would fail next Uknowing of my failures to come Come in different shaped