But this cramp in my wrist, puts me back to sleep. until it all comes around again.

[_nowayout]

Now I can taste the war that I've been fighting.
Start to fall but I'm still standing here behind the wall of dying faith.
I can't forget the fight, that's growing stronger.
Face to face with hopes of longer days, to build on something we should save.

I stand alone.
I'm on my own.
My hands will bleed.
I'm holding on to what is gone.
What's left of me?
I'm

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[thefaultismyown]

Feel better Bryt.. Love ya <33