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There is a hopeful intolerance
To keep me from the pain
That inflicts my purpose
Every second is a subtle reminder
Of the man I used to be
Step by step
Onward towards a new self
But damn this chain
Around my neck
(I am) Forced to carry you
(I have) Learned to hate you
(I am) Forced to nourish you
(I will) Learn to embrace you
We are all we have
Under this dirt
Condemned to sprout
From seeds of affliction
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Soaking in thought
Drenched in purpose
Translation complex
Logic misplaced
Twelve stare back
On this path of solitude
Hesitation
A cautious glare
We find our way
We make our will
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You're looking through the eyes of a ghost
A shapeless man defined by trial
Obligated
Demonstrated
To show the worst
Bottled in my own rage
Building
Collapsing
You seek much more
Driven by hate
Always searching
For answers in isolated space
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I am gone
Memories relay the worst of times
Forsaken by everyone
Including myself
No path to trace
No breath to draw
Only hate cloaks my being
Consequences in time
Have found me now
Sheltered in a nameless hate
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The Cold It Brings
06:17
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Another season looms
Withering colors
Of reflective times
Crumbled underfoot
Drying out
Cracking skin
Bleeding hands
Seeking warmth
Beast of wind
Divorced from fire
Envy the rocks
And all without roots
The sun hides away
From the year's toil
A life of dread
Like broken branches below
Brought on by the passing season
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