Right
I’m letting go of my regret
Having vacuumed away the filth
From the one whom left my eyes wet;
Now I shall return to good health,
Right?
I still feel this hole;
I still see pieces on the floor.
I’ve without a doubt taken a toll,
But I will not lose my roar.
Right.
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