The why's and wherefores don't matter
Excuses, justifications now empty
The things you hide behind are empty now
You say you want to be set free
But you know the truth of the matter
The juxtaposition, the struggle, the squeeze
When you cry out
Convinced you won't make it
Close your eyes
In the peace of the quiet places
You see the beauty in the struggle
It will always be so
For this is being human
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