Cause-Problem-Solution-Reality
Dysfunction and repetition.
Being humbled by lack of precision you're humbled the system of predisposition.
Wounds from your past have given you the task of feeling the pair you were given.
With this you will learn the beauty of burden and what it's like to live without surviving.
To heal you must feel all the things you've been numbing
but day after day you seem further and further away killing pain with prescription addiction.
What more can I do but have infinite hope for you
and lead as the woman I had hoped you'd be.
I'll show you how to do it, living life the way you're supposed to do it.
So thank you for raising me.
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