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THINGS


THINGS ARE WHAT WE FEAR

THEY TEND TO TELL US THAT WE ARE NOTHINGS

BUT WHAT WE FEEL IS NOT WHAT WE HEAR

AND THE PAIN IS JUST A PART OF IT

YET I STILL SEE THAT I HAVE CHOICE IN WHICH I

STAY WAITING

BUT THE CAUSES ARE THE FEARS THAT I WISH TO

SEE IN A END

CRYING, DYING, ALL JUST TO STOP THE LYING

STILL I REMEMBER THOSE WORDS OF DEAR

AND I KNOW THAT THE THINGS ARE REAL

AND I WILL STILL BE APART OF THIS SEAL,

WITH LIES MADE OF BLOOD AND TEARS.

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