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Where it began and how it ends
It always begin with a little crack; a mar on an otherwise perfect thing.
Then a discordant tune that could have been fixed, but remained thus.
Forcing us into steps that are unnatural; a dance I recognize all too well.
We are our own worst demons; what turns us to ruins is not the limits we test again and again.
It is the boundaries we see but have refused to recognize; the hurt we caused, yet still adamant our actions have such effects.
I see you and I know; it's all a matter of time before you become a memory that hunts me forever.
© O.O Godwin
Then a discordant tune that could have been fixed, but remained thus.
Forcing us into steps that are unnatural; a dance I recognize all too well.
We are our own worst demons; what turns us to ruins is not the limits we test again and again.
It is the boundaries we see but have refused to recognize; the hurt we caused, yet still adamant our actions have such effects.
I see you and I know; it's all a matter of time before you become a memory that hunts me forever.
© O.O Godwin
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