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O’ Trauma, O’ Drama, Two friends I know well. They’ve dragged me through hell, Ripped up cell by cell. O’ Trauma, O’ Drama. Will there ever be peace? I truly cannot say, But I’ll try anyway. Will it be okay? Will there ever be peace? Can one master their own flaws? Can I conquer my raw mind? I oft look inwards to find My soul’s been caught in a bind. Can one master their own flaws? I’ve become used to hurt, And accustomed to pain. I’m surprised I’m still sane, With so broken a brain. I’ve become used to hurt. O’ Trauma, O’ Drama, They’ve led me to grow, Took me high and low, Taught me all I know. O’ Trauma, O’ Drama. I don’t like it, I’ll take peace if I can; But years of fire have forged a better man.
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 1:46 AM UTC
O' Trauma, O' Drama,