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What was always ours


I'm raising my glass I'm showing what I lack Here's to the start of a joined era full of messes left to sort out To sharing shocked minds and smelling our brain farts To gratifying work spent building the right retirement home For helping me search for pearls one oyster after the other I give you all my appreciation honey For demonstrating the right form of patience day after day I give you all my appreciation honey For confiding in me the truth of all your nightmares I give you all my appreciation honey Although the frame locks away What we go through everyday I’m sure nothing matters more Than how I feel in closed doors You dim my fear You take my pain Keep my insanity at bay Outside is unimportant We’ve stopped living for them Allowed the stares To fade into the background Told them what’s theirs Took back what always was ours
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poetpauls
<p>really liked this one! Very inspiring</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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