The Purge
To weather the strain, of memories stained
To sever the ties that blind
To grasp the rope, a beacon of hope
To forever free your mind
A fog has been cleared, a beacon appeared
A much better friend to find
A new path emerged, from the pain you purged
An enemy left behind
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