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Nick warned me of my overconfidence as I said the words "Pass me your panic, Matthieu, that's what I'm here for" Apparently I was calling on too much from the Frenchman More than Nick believed me capable of bearing But his words were too late to spur any moment of deliberation -not that consideration would ever cross my mind In just a few sentences exchanged between us alone I spotted a glimpse of something in Matthieu's eyes Naturally, I pulled at the gleaming thread, the traces unravelling within my hands But the shimmer I saw, was merely a reflection What i held was cold, a lump of misery and surrender This man had given in to a sadness so toxic it had nestled itself into his very core And I took it Telling him to relax for this night, i have your back But, Nick was right in his warnings, this burden is the heaviest I've yet carried Though, I can bear it, and I choose to wear it This is my duty, Matthieu, and yours is another You are meant for light, heart and joy Keep walking to your destiny, the happy man.
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
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Nick warned me of my overconfidence as I said the words "Pass me your panic, Matthieu, that's what I'm here for" Apparently I was calling on too much from the Frenchman More than Nick believed me capable of bearing But his words were too late to spur any moment of deliberation -not that consideration would ever cross my mind In just a few sentences exchanged between us alone I spotted a glimpse of something in Matthieu's eyes Naturally, I pulled at the gleaming thread, the traces unravelling within my hands But the shimmer I saw, was merely a reflection What i held was cold, a lump of misery and surrender This man had given in to a sadness so toxic it had nestled itself into his very core And I took it Telling him to relax for this night, i have your back But, Nick was right in his warnings, this burden is the heaviest I've yet carried Though, I can bear it, and I choose to wear it This is my duty, Matthieu, and yours is another You are meant for light, heart and joy Keep walking to your destiny, the happy man.
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
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