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Choking tears back of confused splendor
I look forward to the new endeavor
If I can just get to that point
I can leave this wretched joint

Everything that people tell me
Is all just a lie
I need to get away
Then I can take that deep breath
And let my imagination fly

Injured pride; now tis not the time
For now I will continue to rhyme
Until it gets back on stride
So my work can be completed
My mind is fully mended

Now it is time for the body to cure
Fix my arm that I injured before
Seeing this wound my flesh swells
Drowning in pain
There is nothing left that hasn’t already
gone down the drain.