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I marched along an impasse
coiled in the warmth of some old thoughts
I never think about her anymore though
so there were only soft breezes to guide me
I forced a smile at an impasse
trying like hell to shake some old thoughts
I try not think of her anymore
So I let the soft breezes guide me
If I can just forget the voices persistently jesting, then this taunting mantra will die.
You'll just keep dragging the river
You'll just stay keeping the peace
You'll just lie to feel a bit better
You'll just lie for a piece
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Uneven Mod
My ode to the part of my life I can now move on from. Regardless of what brought you here I hope you leave with something to help you on you path.
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