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If you forget your story, everything you've been through and around and hidden from and dismantled and glued back together, you can be any one, any thing.
I am new, with no history.
I am free, with no future.
The hurricane's and sea swells have passed through me, left a space clean and bright... my loss is buried on my right, my faith is growing on my left. I still do not believe in hope, for hope is a polite slant on desperation... and desperation holds nothing real.
Reality, made to look like a dream. You have all shaped me, set me on my path, made me who I am. Alone and quiet, drawn like charcoal and bright like the small hearts of birds.
I see myself, I am pure, I am beginning.
I am new, with no history.
I am free, with no future.
The hurricane's and sea swells have passed through me, left a space clean and bright... my loss is buried on my right, my faith is growing on my left. I still do not believe in hope, for hope is a polite slant on desperation... and desperation holds nothing real.
Reality, made to look like a dream. You have all shaped me, set me on my path, made me who I am. Alone and quiet, drawn like charcoal and bright like the small hearts of birds.
I see myself, I am pure, I am beginning.