When Miss Direction marks the way
I'll speak the words she'd have me say
Conceal the hurt and hopeless pain
Pretend to focus on the rain
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The cleansing waters can renew
Rejuvenate your point of view
Begin again right from the start
Amend the beat, the broken heart
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An old door closed, a new ajar
You just can't see it from afar
The key to life is moving on
Waste not in mourning like the swan
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Why punish those who've loved you best
They need not see within your chest
Your secret song is yours to keep
Just swim along, no need to weep
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Insinq Datum
I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 5000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.
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