never give up of in
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LET GO!!! yells my brain
my heart still just hangs on to that one little strings
my hands left with tears and blood dripping from the wounds
but still I clinge tightly
still I think I can make it better
Bounding chains of time, I meet me at every curving road.
Each sliver of peeling paint bears witness to the wasted years.
Pretty words weave their way, yet concealing the truth that never glimpses the surface air.
