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Heaven I Know


we are the statues that will be forgotten

we will whither away and become rotten

because of a past of surviving

and endless ocean of tears we were constantly crying

concrete is tough but defenseless

pathetic, fat, piece of shit, useless

against the current 

we never paid rent but we’re constantly in debt 

my ribs never got tough

and we continued to feel like we weren’t enough

although looking back at the years 

it seems like everything went by with brevity 

we felt like we were trapped in an endless loop of nonexistent gravity 

one slap on the face of the earth

knocks out any ounce of self worth 

we’ve never felt more alone

it felt too scary getting old

every other child had homes filled of silver and gold 

but he couldn’t take our youth away

as long as we woke up that day 

I lost sight of the person I was inside 

Blinded by the darkness

Trapped in the creek mess 

Heaven I know 

we tried 

it was time to go 

and that part of us has died 

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