give a word of fragile optimism that this will be okay
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bore down on gluttonous hands, regurgitated thoughts from my heart
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this can only be the going under
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this can only be killing the me in me
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push and pull like the machines
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the humans anthems are dying in me
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i don't think a soul knows compromise like a soul mate
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it sleeps with me
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in my flesh i ask for a personal bleeding
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the holy ghost has word with me
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it comes in love, it comes with gentle hands that disinfect the sting for me
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a whole is filled without the ring
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instead a kiss, a kiss from the sun to try again
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Killing the Me in Me
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| Embodyment |
