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This engulfs precious breath

but it is a decent answer

To the dismal truth

That ravages some creatures

A touch of pride makes me stronger

Decision comes around reluctantly

‘Cause humiliation is a modest way to

Punish for the mercy of extreme terror

Chorus: Now my thoughts are clenched and unsuspected

The declining sun yields to the dusk

I enjoy the play of the intentness

Foundered summons

I don’t feel borne on my triumph

kind of sour joke

That makes me hushed

when I see his contrite face

It fades away, as I flick out

like a bubble, and let all

Creepers out to toss and turn

filter through the embrace

Chorus

I have a claim on what I earn

Adjust myself to this new world

Burrow into my own reply

Lying against a better judgement

Redefine which attitude might be relaxed

Maybe the scar can be found under the skin

There’s a kind of rejection, inside the squirm

Of my trembling body, massif but weak