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Art of being numb.


Things happen for a reason.

Wonder, if the claws in my back

Will cease hurting next season 

They dive in too deep, that I surrender 

For the pain that hugs my body, then I remember  

That things happen for a reason. 

Even when I witnessed the biggest treason 

Of a soul and the whole, of the conscious and brains

Of a heart that is sold, of a body and its veins 

Human nature against beast mode

The weirdest inventions versus instinct codes

So basically things happen for a reason 

Even if I cry in awe 

Even if it gets really low 

Even if I forget my vows 

I will make sure that I always remember 

That things happen for a fucking reason. 

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