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They say we’re cut from the same cloth.

Built from the same loss.

Countless hours in the box.

And now I question my reality.

I’m left picking up the pieces

While I choose to believe.

Persistent.

Relentless.

I know that I’m not done.

And now we start from treason.

New reasons but I’m still grieving.

A better outlook on all.

I’m left picking up the pieces

While I choose to believe.

Persistent.

Relentless.

I know that I’m not done yet.

Way more than a lesson learned.

Life turns,

It keeps going,

But it burns.

Never again will I lose sight of it.

La lealtad no tiene precio.