Pride
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Kept me strong
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My faith was weak, I could not build upon
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Their hands
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Strangled me.
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I asked if death perhaps could intervene
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Sweat
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Burned my skin
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And just like me it made this wound unclean
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A ghost
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Teasing me.
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I could not let him see my segrecy
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This time the weight is off my back
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I kept myself sincere
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The pressure had to leave
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This hour the boiling blood has calmed
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I kept myself serene
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The pressure had to leave
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The pressure had to leave
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Pressure
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| Mors Principium Est |
