Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit.
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Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice have turned sour once more.
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Upon my head lies a bright neon halo.
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Its blinding light can only appease one's insipid resentment for so long.
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The weight on my weakened shoulders increases as you recover sight
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progressively.
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A disposable smile discretely veils my contempt for your significant
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innacuracy.
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Words have never been this painful.
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I beg on my knees to win your acceptance.
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Your failure to compromise has drained this weary spirit.
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Praiseworthy intentions of self-sacrifice have turned sour once more.
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Upon my head lied a bright neon halo.
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Its blinding light has faded.
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I should have known better.
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A day will come, when the ties that bind us will be severed.
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Only then will you know how much I have resented your company.
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That day will come.
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Sever The Ties
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