Founder's Canon
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our love has been replaced with a razorblade
An amazing safe place that evades pain
Erasing in reverse, a curse placed upon skin
That hurts and shirks all our worth within
My heart’s thin, and malnourished
Why must we end when we began to flourish?
I have no courage, no trust in myself
Nobody else,
Nobody’s help
Only myself
In this Hell
But I’m swell though I dwell on the pressure
Not as well by myself but it’s hard to measure
With the pleasure how quite I’ll forget her
I’m upset, sure
But light as a feather
Though not clever I pick self destruct
Watch my health as I’m tearing it up
And I’m stuck in a terror, so what
Should I do to repair what is hurt
I appear to be caring but bluff
I appear to be daring and tough
But this living is scary and rough
When preparing to tear through the fluff
So I say that enough is too much
And regain my sensation of touch
And replace the division of us
With additional visions of trust
In a rut and my heart is just breaking
Made of stone it is yours for the taking
Can’t erase the wrong turns that were taken
We can still change the ones we are making
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