Lose what needs to be lost
the cost is too great to keep
shit, on a stick
even if it smells pretty pretty
slick, life is not about events and circumstances
that trap you, that trip you
but how you chose to respond to those same sames
you see what you already hold
change what you hold
change your glasses, wipe the lens
let go, let up
everything changes, look
to the present
not through the lenses of the past that shadows
shift and warp
the future is brighter magic magic
sharp as breath
the past is lost
cause
this is where you
you were
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