And so...it's come to this, wrought with the anguish. Consumed by spite, morphing towards what I despise.
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And yet, things continue on, construe my spite to suit me. I see the world through hardened eyes, set free my past,
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(for) tomorrow never dies. And so, I reach towards hope once more and yesterday fades away, and I set myself free...again.
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Fall down, rise again. Cast shame, shed this skin. Enlighten me with the power to succeed, help me wash away the impurities
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that shame me. True strength comes from the empowerment of self fulfillment, and self fulfillment is only achieved by
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those who shed bear shame.
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