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Acceptance


Everyday little bit fall in line Landing on this broken heart of mine They can't replace parts that are gone But can make a bridge to carry on Whenever my face cracks in smile It feels like a bitter cold defile Betrayal of the dearest past In danger of fading way to fast Every morning when I woke up alone Keep breathing air from the unknown Each breath is an unknown sature Knitting yesterday for the future Every night I beseech and implore But only truth arrives in my door It's an infliction that's here to stay An encho of your passing away But those little bit keeps on falling Though the thought of it is appalling With each settled piece,I sadly find Acceptance does not have to be kind
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