moving on

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I've never said all that I want

But at this point it's not important


 I'm climbing up with tears In my eyes,

it's calling me back down to the ground

 But I won't listen to it.


You know, you don't need fixing


 I'm sorry but I've burned this forest 

 and I'm never coming back.


The flames will destroy this scene.

Sometimes I wish I would scream

But then I remember,

from this chaos a new serenity will rise

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