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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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