Won’t let go,
Of anything you hold,
Deceit left you cold;
Compassion no longer bold.
Time in such a race,
Let it go in this case,
Don’t slow its pace;
This is nothing to chase.
The words so keen,
Go ahead and scream,
Shoulders there to lean;
Lying was just a fiend.
Comrades are there,
Impostors just don’t care,
Ache you can’t share;
Sewn will be this tear.
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