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We all take pain In its purest form Straight to the vein Tattered and worn We are reborn They say Saints are only sinners Who kept on trying But we're all dying Trying to lick the sore There is no good No bad There is No right no wrong We are what we are Don't judge where we belong. it is what it is. And We all bleed. Sounds like Equanimity To me.
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
It IS What it IS
We all take pain In its purest form Straight to the vein Tattered and worn We are reborn They say Saints are only sinners Who kept on trying But we're all dying Trying to lick the sore There is no good No bad There is No right no wrong We are what we are Don't judge where we belong. it is what it is. And We all bleed. Sounds like Equanimity To me.
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
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