Staring at a tree split in two
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Asking yourself if you can mend it’s natural bane
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Perseverance falls to the floor shattering into a million pieces
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Categorizing failures rigorously
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You conserve light by staring with your eyes closed
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Sitting there with that failed look upon your lips
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What happened to this picture?
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Guided by a candle you try so hard to see miles ahead of yourself
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A formal awakening experienced for the first time
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Hitting closer and closer to home with each blow
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Value your life
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Impressions of your face hold your character
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My scars hold eternal regret
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To The Nines
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| Winter Solstice |
