It’s an awkward realization knowing that my life could be defined by three words, two positions.. fight or flight.
Wound around we come unbound, the ribbon unties as it hits the ground Falling now crawling we run from the night, the shattered remains of a lovers fight Broken unspoken the words of defeat, surrender inside no words left to speak Tragic its magic the power of time, unwritten unflawed by more useless rhymes Twisted I’ve shifted and sifted through sand, the grains now a river flow through my hands Running’s becoming what I feel is right, the one real solution defining
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