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I could lie here for a day tongue tied and out classed never missing their world that used to be my life and i can't remember what it was that i always wanted but it should have always been this rhyme and reason not withstanding folded into beauty and if i hold this here forever i will never down and when i loose my ground i can always remember this is my reason you are my reason to stay i have shed this dry hard shell traded its comfort for your eyes played with denial and then denied my own defenses it's no longer a part of me these questions, in security you will always be the most magnificent creation