"In behalf of myself,
I will let this pen bleed
Onto the parchment of sorrow
Despite the emptiness of the void.
In behalf of my soul,
the mouth will speak up for itself,
Where you have been imprisoned
For a long time in your thoughts
And In behalf of everything,
I will free thy self from doubt,
Let me be enough enough
To live rather than just breathe."
—WK (In behalf of; 5:06)
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