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Trust the words written on your hand / The white-knuckled grip that chokes your past / If you can't break the mold that holds your head / You'll wake up traced in chalk in your own bed
Here's your first chance / Here's your only chance / To show me the way it was before
How many days will these words keep out in the open? / And what is the life of these thoughts when left on the shelf? / One moment in time stretched out in a line and balanced on my head for too long
I wish I knew where I went wrong
6:01 PM
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