| Piece myself together — such an intricate puzzle
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| Fragments of a fragile heart
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| You’ll return from afar to a new son to pull apart
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| I’m drowning in your damage
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| Born this enigma
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| Left to carry the stigma
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| I was the sound of a shutting door
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| I was the sound of the pain you can’t ignore
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| Flaws in your design: a collage of faults that line your mind
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| I was the wound that would never heal
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| I was the void in your heart you couldn’t feel
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| Loss personified: forever your son but never again your victim
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| I awake beside a tortured twin, my crimson reflection, trapped within
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| Fill my lungs with insufficiencies, I’m the effigy of your iniquity
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| Born this enigma
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| Left to carry the stigma
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| Baptized with boiling water, branded with a cancerous seal
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| Reenact the dread of your past
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| Paint despair on my shaking back
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| But now I bloom: your discarded scar flourishing despite the disregard
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| Extract the shame grafted to my name — remove the splinters of bone from our
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| broken home
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| Metabolizing suffering growth will eclipse adversity
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| Stand between what was and is to come
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| Clinched-fist past meets my open palm
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| I’m not the wounds you gave me
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| I’m the light that flows inside
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| Enduring as the ocean, resilient as the tide
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| I won’t drown inside your damage
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| I won’t sink into your shame
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| I’ll build a home for hope from the wreckage in your wake
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| I was the sound of the shutting door
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| I was the sound of the pain you can’t ignore
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| Flaws in your design: a collage of faults that line your mind
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| I was the wound that would never heal
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| I was the void in your heart you couldn’t feel
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| Thoughts personified
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| Forever your son but never your victim |