plot

building stuff up

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for the past eight years

each and every screw up

each and every time I get near

I end up further away 

and I swear

I gotta come to terms with it

everything I been through 

everything I come through

                        everything I thought I knew  

    /to be true/

I gotta come to terms with it: 

(a thing called loss)

I have to cross

I have to cross

I have to cross

the bridge

for I was

(not entirely absent)

.......@//??..''##~.........

yeah, time to get real, 

time to really figure out 

how to deal

how to prosper, 

see somewhere along the line 

I lost the

plot, and now I gotta get it back

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