For all our shattered hopes and trying times,
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Anchor's weight on inspired lives.
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Deadbolts on doors lock away our
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peace of mind.
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So few, so few moments of freedom,
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With ages in between,
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And sterilized routines.
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I am so sick of these nights pretending
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It's just the way life has to be.
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While we sacrifice our dreams
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For safety nets,
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Answers without questions asked.
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Faces on floors, tears for days we can't get back.
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So few, so few moments of freedom,
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With ages in between,
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And sterilized routines.
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The lights dim down so low, grief piles high.
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No sign of certainty, treading seas of crooked smiles.
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Looking deep into the greenest eyes.
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Blurring lines with truths that lie.
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Like wolves in sheep's disguise,
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Out with the claws.
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One step.
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One breath.
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May be all that I have left.
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White knuckles to the end,
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This is our revenge.
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Plot Two
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| With Honor |
