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There are sharp edges everywhere
And they’re normally all right
I hardly think twice
Of they’re inanimate passion
While I sprint through my life
Through a room full of knives
While past dictates time
So I’ll slide on its edge
A brutal escape
I feel so spoiled
To open and spill
Onto this ignorant world
But don’t clean me up
I’ve only jut begun
I have blood to give to all
And it will be cherished by none
Depressing I know
But it’s a meaning buried
By superficial thoughts
And the envious’ treasury
Could you imagine a want
A meaning so bold
Like my obscure thrive
For a meaning so pure
