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How I Fought
A time for pleasure
A time for pain
A time to drive these bullets in your brain
But I have more time to drive you insane
Some say that a soul can be a delicate flower
You can destroy it in less than an hour
So it is in my mind that I scorn
Oh how my feelings became a darkened reborn
It’s funny how you say my beauty is a delicate flower
I should wait here for the destructible hour
When I may fall completely into this
Black hole that was dubbed my sacred abyss
But something tells me to awaken and leave
And that I should no longer grieve
About the people that have done me harm
But just in case I will keep an alarm
Set deep inside my head
So that I will not wind up feeling so dead.
