Can a broken man speak whole words? Can hope be taught from a place of hurt? Can love exist in a world of hate? Can truth outlast even the faintest of faith? Will I ever know? I can feel theres a devil in me refusing to leave. My life didnt end, it never began. Theres a thorn in me that wont leave me be. So when my last breath fails and I start to go, Will I figure out whats been binding up my heart? We cant go back to where it began. The hardest times are the times were living in. Right now. We are the shadow.
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