all around is still and dark
i sit alone in the park
my head bent low on my knees
listening to the wind in the trees
free and loose my mind drifts around
the thoughts are wound, round and round
in my beginning was my end
in my greatest glory, my basest bend
there was never another way
it wont be different another day
the battles fought with my soul
there's no victory that would leave me whole
if i kill myself i cant survive
if i win, i will die
its me beneath my paring knife
its my behind all my strife
u have to learn the lesson in the winds
to forgive urself, ____
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