I can attest, trying to save the world is a hard mountain to scale.
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This task we¡¯ve set up for ourselves seems destined to fail.
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Hands are so easily susceptible to damage and every inside each
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and every wound festers hopelessness.
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The weight we carry whispers words of apathy.
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Sometimes it¡¯s just so tempting to let fingers slip away.
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And fall right into the illusions that we sought to climb above.
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All alone, stranded on this mountainside.
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Exhaustion takes a heavy toll inside.
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Arms are so prone to flights of fatigue.
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Sometimes just holding on is in-itself challenging.
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All the dirt collects in the wounds leaving me consumed.
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Sometimes just one thought away from relinquishing control.
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To fall right into the illusions that we sought to climb above.
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I call out to you in hopes of finding anew my passion and love.
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Through screams of defiance, I seek the strength to soar.
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Bring myself one step closer so that I may breathe in pure air.
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Duality Of The Revolutionary
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