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Each scathing last chance

within ourselves, hot air

shouldn’t we strive for something real?

Lets let go

all these small bickering emotions

base and baseless, self defeating, repeating

break free, this hate will burn through your hands while you hold it

the harder you hold the more it tears flesh

we’ve heard this all before, why wont we approach the shore?

Yet here we are, we’ve come so far just to arrive where we started

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