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Why did I ever make that promise?

Pain used to be so easy

But I was made for more than this

 

Why did I say never again?

I could hold it in my hands

But I was made for more than this

 

Why did I commit forever?

Blood satisfied when nothing else could

But I was made for more than this

 

Why do I keep moving forward?

I felt so secure in my bondage

But I was made for more than this


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