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Progression can't be meaningless,

I'm still standing

my heart is still wanting 

and singing at life.

My mind accepting that it just might

be at fault, or privledged.

Give me a platform on which to 

prove to myself this

was all for me.

All for something I love.

Worked so hard, I didn't fucking do it for nothing.

Finally understand walking so far you can't turn back,

and being killed many, many times,

for some reason I'm still alive,

and have arrived

to a place where I can have that drink

I've been dieing for... 

I won't hold back on the quenching.