Each day becomes anew
Each life starts fresh but where do we go when we cant let go of our yesterday?
Our life a muck till we figgure it out, our only way to surrice is let go or die.
Surely we can do this right and win this inner fight
Each life starts fresh but where do we go when we cant let go of our yesterday?
Our life a muck till we figgure it out, our only way to surrice is let go or die.
Surely we can do this right and win this inner fight
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