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Six months of joy, months of pain
Divided trials united
A new exalting woe
Pile on top of the rest
Feel the stinging, whirling winds of analysis
The crippling strain of blame and self-critique, self-abuse and wasted days
I'm tired of trying to mend old bones
Pile on top of the rest of shit, collecting
There is a time, a window, where there is time for medicating
Can't lose sight of importance
And when we swallow claws may we remember the snake who swallows whole to be revived
See what it means to starve and hurt for
To volunteer war
To realize and taste what you long for
Six months of pain, profiting
Behold with no derision

Much stronger, we bereaved
Sit atop all the rest
To live your chosen way it seems to mean to bury the coffins of other loves
There was a funeral in me with others in attendance
By way of old devices I emerged in harmony
Sit atop all the rest of those untested
There is a time, a window, where there is time for medicating
Can't lose sight of importance
And when we swallow claws may we remember the snake who swallows whole to be revived
See what it means to starve and hurt for
To volunteer war
To realize and taste what you long for
To realize and taste what you long for
I have become further from fear of bereavement
I have become further from fear of bereavement
I have become further from fear of bereavement
I have become further from fear