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Brave
Among us is the will to progress
between our thoughts on which we depend.
Aging at ever more rapid speed,
the farther we go the longer we breathe.
The closer that we seem to become,
oh look, next week.
The frequency is the familiarity
I myself, confess, I need.
And you, could make due, in my absence.
I feel all my sorrow hide in excuses.
Depressed, in this life, while happily,
so useless,
difficult it is, to face what the truth is.
Out on a limb that can't quite hold the weight,
you are taking a chance where there's fear of mistake.
I comprehend, that this is what we should do.
I just wish I was brave like you.
between our thoughts on which we depend.
Aging at ever more rapid speed,
the farther we go the longer we breathe.
The closer that we seem to become,
oh look, next week.
The frequency is the familiarity
I myself, confess, I need.
And you, could make due, in my absence.
I feel all my sorrow hide in excuses.
Depressed, in this life, while happily,
so useless,
difficult it is, to face what the truth is.
Out on a limb that can't quite hold the weight,
you are taking a chance where there's fear of mistake.
I comprehend, that this is what we should do.
I just wish I was brave like you.
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