I don't know. I am deliberately the one thing that should've turned the other way instead of turning the other cheek I guess. It's the process of knitting the open flesh I guess. All the lost blood and all the deterrents for all of that shedding.
Here I am I guess. Still awake. Still adamant. Still the "one".
What is the price of all of this?
Or is there even something to flaunt?
They say that there is something within all of this. What is it? And how do I deem it worthy?
Here I am I guess. Still awake. Still adamant. Still the "one".
What is the price of all of this?
Or is there even something to flaunt?
They say that there is something within all of this. What is it? And how do I deem it worthy?
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