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March 2007

Allow me the honor to soak up your mess
Time and again, I’ll absorb what you confess
Release your fears, the blood that was shed
Verbalize the frustration, the stress in your head
Your one-sided stories and the tears that were spilled
Doesn’t matter the liquid, I cannot be filled
Though caution to the hopeless about my sympathy
Constant repetition will lead to vexed apathy
Mighty but fragile, I am a fruitful instrument
Take away the bad and replace with contentment
Your motivation low, everyday hurts, the road is tough
I will make it clean and new by becoming your seraph


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