Hits me like daylights’ reality
Embracing all the broken bits
Love
Slowly mending
More than broken dreams
Fundamentally
Harvesting
Pieces of ourselves
Eventually
We grasp
The act of living
My dishonesty
Hits me like the darkest morning four
Embracing all the broken bits
Love
A Tediously onerous crusade
Inside the mind of time
Fundamentally
Harvesting
Pieces of ourselves
Eventually
We clench
A refreshed sanity
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