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We can start over. Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every year. We can start over. We get second chances 24/7. We can start over. We become what we want to be.
Dying on the inside Every day, I feel the trail of blood Moving down my face The agony, I can imagine Our hearts I know were just the same Our eyes two of a kind Souls entwined
Do not douse the fire that you ignite; The smallest spark will tie these tattered frays. Keep pushing forward with a stronger fight.
Some say that time heals most, But the truth is, it makes it worse. When they're gone they leave you bleading; A part of you leaving. Forever Sometimes there is a stitch to help it,