9. Oval Shaped Incisions

bleed pristine tears Recollections of the son I once was Stabbed my past with oxidized scissors and turned away Awake, to salvage what is left before it dies away An oath destined to be forgotten Strong words are nothing more than heartfelt clichés The times have changed and so have I Childhood dreams reduced to pale aspirations Familiar faces have shed their skin, Spawning a newfound identity A never ending pursuit of distinctiveness as blurred strenuous bonds in its path Awake, to ...

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YouTube | September 18, 2008

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