God bless this mess I'm in
For it is time
To be rid of a certain sin
A cool breeze down my spine
And if I'm really here
Then I feel fine
A freelance child
You bring it all back
This world is eating me inside
Don't look too far
Missing a degree of warmth
A name without a face
I'm loosing grip all the same
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