| free at last, I’m the past,
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| undone in unknown prison,
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| I’m holding on. |
| Peace and need?
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| A mouth to feed?
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| I’m standing way on the other side. |
| I’m staring
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| right back at myself,
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| and through it’s frozen image,
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| I’m laughing right back
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| at my health — Lifelong
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| Arms in knots, never spot,
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| My blood is fading
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| on the world. |
| Stealing keys?
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| Soul to me?
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| and to the BrotheRhood with what
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| writes the pain.
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| I’m staring
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| right back at myself,
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| and through it’s frozen image,
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| I’m laughing right back
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| at my health — Lifelong
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| I’m a lifer.
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| I’m staring
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| right back at myself,
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| and through it’s frozen image,
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| I’m laughing right back
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| at my health
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| I’m a lifer. |