Confessions of Me
My generations of love show no defeat
My generations of torment can’t conceal pain
My generations held time over my head
No love felt stronger than what my generation served
Served what wholeness and success pressed
What couldn’t be served is confession
Had to confess many things and drift away
Nothing is close to a heart without confession
The torment stops and freeze time to generations without direction
Today has horrors no chance to dream for tomorrow
But when tomorrow comes it shows my actions
The true me awakens and the old me dies from experience
I die daily from my experiences but live once through my troubles
No matter what experience show, there is no defeat
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