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it's time to step out the cage for i conjured up the golden bars it's time to leave it all behind and flush away my scars the rain had come and belted a song and still the melody plays but if i cannot learn to love the music how will i find my way? a part of living is turmoil and rocks you cannot surpass rather than giving up i will stay and smell the grass for some things are unavoidable and take a while to play out it's better to wait and laugh where before i would scream and shout so this is it in all it's glory life is a tumbling mess but how long does it take to realise that in having life we're blessed?
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
Turning Point
it's time to step out the cage for i conjured up the golden bars it's time to leave it all behind and flush away my scars the rain had come and belted a song and still the melody plays but if i cannot learn to love the music how will i find my way? a part of living is turmoil and rocks you cannot surpass rather than giving up i will stay and smell the grass for some things are unavoidable and take a while to play out it's better to wait and laugh where before i would scream and shout so this is it in all it's glory life is a tumbling mess but how long does it take to realise that in having life we're blessed?
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
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