To the wounded:
I have the the self image that they'v forced you to reuce to shattered glass
With the only remaining value lying in its jagged edges
But the few who warrant waking for await their recognition
No fear of death but with fear of life
Your weakness kills everyone so live
Angels for everyonfor no lack of seaching i can't seem to find one
Angels in everyone
What of all their promises?can't seem to find more than lies
Angels in anyone
A permanent solution to a temporary problem
Before i'd lay me down to rest id throw everything away to live
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