Find what keeps you in fear.
Seek out the dangers it holds.
But fight them off your tears.
Turn them from black to gold.
Facing this life is juxtaposed.
Holding the pity people feel.
Is just another lie I suppose.
Time, a clockwork warp wheel.
Our individual finger prints.
Never fade from the lives we've touched.
Our times have only splints.
But still I owe him all as such.
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