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At The Slide's Peak
Imprisoned with a faded memory,
I've been closing my eyes to the discords you gave me.
When moments of blindness were not yet realized,
I kept my spirits high by pretending it's me alone that you love
Thinking that it is for the better.
But the better has only caused me pain beyond compare.
I know I'll never relish the sweetness of freedom
For every kiss you gave made me a slave to your charm.
Now, I come to peak of the dreams that I once cherished.
Yesterday, you were my inspiration.
But now, the world desires my belief
To admonish myself to hate...