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Imported from SF2 with no description.
Beginning to end, our story is in a hurry
Writing on the walls, the buildings about to fall
A blind man could see someone should make that tough call
I did, without hesitation
Letting out the loud voice to each frustration
Be it hard to swallow
I let loose the moments that left me hallow
Now, I stand, shaken, with less than I ever had
Honestly, the physical compared to the mental, isn’t so bad
I smile honest these days
I’m truly happy, now lost is my old ways
The door fell, that hid my bad choices
It’s quieter now, my inner voice
Not many reasons to complain anymore
Everything seems less, yet, somehow more
On a path long overgrown
Have to say, I like what I’ve been shown