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Well, Colt, Sara, and I wrote this together, a line at a time. I hope you enjoy. I think it came out pretty good.
Colt :: Sara :: Me
Parting myself from previous
Letting go of myself today
Laughing at the past
And hoping that in passing,
I depart from limbs of shattered clay
Broken shards of yesterday
That keep cutting too deep, yet I can still feel
The ice of only reflection
A reflection of my immagnamousness
But, impurities are a thing of the past
The very heart to which I close my eyes
The very heart that when broken, cures itself
The very cure that, when broken, stains all it touches.
And through the crack where there used to be light, the crimson is leaking and I drink to you
To you, the world is everything, but to the world, you were but an infedelic simpleton
To the world we are nothing, but to the world we will give everything to be heard
A voice that is never silent, a voice that pushes to be heard