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Bryson Gard
Attraction rather than promotion Monotony part of this potion Testing my patience I can't digest everyone's relation My addiction Thought it was fiction I know I've felt pain, Gone insane, Turned these pages with nothing to gain Ordinary cycle in and out Revolving door I'm filled with doubt These walls scream I don't belong Fish out of water, I won't last long Lost in confusion Familiar delusion No escape I can't ignore Court ordered, must endure Desire to rearrange These feelings have to change Surrender to this reality It's not in my hands, spirituality Reprogram my mind I've been running blind There's no finish line The fight goes on Fellowship and serenity... can't break this bond


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