Entitled to our hopes and dreams,
Gifts a virtue so pure, so sober,
Living green to our emotions redeems,
Our sacrifice that feeds as we get older.
If I must take the passage back,
Where I was raised before.
Could I see all of happiness I have lacked,
To live this day subdued to belfegor.
I've wanted to live so secure,
I've wanted to live so happy.
I end right back in the same deliverer.
Causeing me not to bleed or see.
Imprisoned in my shell of low self-confidence,
Quietly living, but observing the crowd.
This is shallow as my benevolence,
This is the all the torment I've allowed.
Time to open my passage back,
And awaken in this new day of coming...
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Submission Name: Is It Healing
