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A SHIP CALLED PEACE
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Time doesn't heal all wounds
Some of them, sure
But oftentimes we just get so damn tired
Of carrying around all that weight
So exhausted in the thought maze that has no exit
We begin to sigh, and gradually resignation sets in
Not about the wound and the circumstances
Just acceptance of its existence
The impossiblity of turning back time
Changing the outcome
When this happens we stand a chance of breaking free
From the orbit of despair, anger, defeat
So we can head off to who-knows-where
To try something new.
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