The person complains
That all they want
The person of age
Has fought and fought
Held to the sky
With embracement and a future
Everyone looks down
In the basement of our nature
I tried but I'll keep on trying unfortunately
Until the guiding light sets me free
An opening to the cage scrapes my body
As I leave the devil, holding my own hand tightly
Loving isn't something to tempt with
Especially when your heart rips
You know when X marks the spot when your minds clear
You'll find it either there or here
Dig deep into the dirt
Chances you'll find something
As the one already found
Is left rotting
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