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Move On
Hold the wind tightly, the whittling grip
A grasp of reality beginning to slip
Forced into thinking I'm something I'm not
My entire identity forgets me and rots
Like whispering eyes the life gives in
Forgetting the lies, the hurt, the sin
An anguish released, never to bother again
A scar only left by betrayals of friends
And altough she is gone she still causes me pain
This hurt is remembered and stored in my brain
But now I move on and forget what I was
And make a new attempt at the thing we call love
