When someone goes mad from pain, others see the madness not the pain.
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They say hope begins in the dark
That faith is the bird that feels light when the sky is still dim
But with every tomorrow...
We carry our past
It echoes beneath our feet

There are no clean slates
Second chances are earned in the choices we make....
in what we choose to forget...
and in what we forgive

With each choice we make,
We are led somewhere new
But with every step I take,
Your memory haunts

|- It`s been months since I woke up to find you gone
Our time together clings to me
like those stories in a book
It`s up to me to preserve it -|

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Nothing is sacred
Every gift we been given
Every resource discovered...
Each new and shining thing that catches our eyes
We pollute...
Disrespect...
Violate.

We tell ourselves this is progress
Selling each other the fruits of our destruction
Sparing no thought to what we lose...
or leave behind, churning in our wake

Morbid Reality.. Sigh..
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A matter of time

We don't make mistakes just happy little accidents.