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Unbalanced + Curtain Call

12/7/2022

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Unbalanced I

Holding much to tight, my grip begins to slip
Getting silk burns
I know you were fading a year ago
And I shot myself in the head to try to hold on to what was already gone
Now I let go
My grip ache from holding on
My grip aches from doing everything wrong
And I know there is no recovering from this fall
Because once I’m here I cannot climb back up
Let it be, let go of your slipping grip


Curtain Call II

Leave nothing, no shoes, nor memories
Anything left behind will be lost to time
Leave not your heart, nor your toys
Leave no book, no writing, nor your soul
Don’t be sore for those you miss, nor those who wronged you
Don’t feel sore for those who love you, nor don’t know you
Every insignificant familiar face should stay behind with the ill fitting suits and things you couldn’t use
Leave nothing, no attachment, nor remorse
Let it be complete, let go of your slipping grip

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