| Life is a canvas laid bare for all to see
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| Man is a mirror imprinted with lock and key
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| Dichotomous gates lead to dormant ways
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| Where every path was split in half
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| We wander 'til we fade
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| Time confounds and mystifies
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| Awareness cuts like a blade
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| The duplicitous curse of the gifts we share
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| Soon lost on wasted days
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| Let senses draw blood — drown in their flood
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| A maelstrom of sweat and cold regret
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| Life’s paint seeps from our veins
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| Through the portals that we left
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| Our shades will follow through
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| Embrace the struggle
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| Learn to grow with your pain
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| Hope lies in the solace of a dying dream
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| Beasts trapped in a corner fight fiercest of all
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| Does the light not shine the brightest in the depth of night?
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| Once our souls moved softly
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| And tiptoed through the world
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| The Atlas weight a gentle ache
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| But this could not be us
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| A slave to wretch nature
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| A rag doll to our hearts
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| To relish burden like a fool while shadows tear at our mind
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| We have shaped our sorrow and became the forge
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| Infernos that consumed us once have wrought a tempered flame
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| But bitterness does suffocate and stone breaks all the same
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| Our sculptor’s soul, though marble-made
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| Eclipsed by the shadow of the heart
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| Beasts trapped in a corner fight the fiercest of all
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| Does the light not shine the brightest in the depth of night? |