Heavy Hearts
Grit my teeth to the actions of others, blind by forgiveness permissions to play the game to do it again, but only one loser the one who holds the pain never a finger pointed to Crash the blame upon anothers shoulders, this holds the beast that eats at you through the weeks preventing you to flower or even sleep, do we regenerate? When we close our eyes to see the stupidity of one's choices forever awake in unwanted places.
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