| Once I felt the warmth of a falling tear,
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| I thought I’d understood what kindness was,
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| But why do I continue to cause pain,
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| Giving birth to more hatred.
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| This pain creaks and groans, but the strength it’s given me,
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| Will someday gently envelope the future.
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| Take aim at this paradoxical world and pull the trigger without hesitation,
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| Gently embracing this sadness covered in red tears,
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| Just as impulses ringing aloud, changing to the sound of a new beginning.
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| A twisted noise fills my ears,
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| As a memory gnaws away inside my head,
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| But if I turn to face it and end up standing still,
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| Not a single thing will change.
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| The shaking voice of my heart is surely wasting away,
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| So before those palely shining flame disappears,
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| I’ll face the version of myself cowering here, and let loose without fear,
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| Believing in tomorrow and blasting through that door
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| that’s been rusted shut,
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| Just as strained emotions ripping through a silent night.
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| Falling stars flash,
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| And the world is born again,
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| Once we see the curtains open upon the night sky,
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| Take aim at this paradoxical world and pull the trigger without hesitation,
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| Gently embracing this sadness covered in red tears,
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| Just as our impulses ring aloud, changing to the sound of a new beginning. |