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Opening My Eye

12/7/2014

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The crux of it
The root of it
Is exactly this:
I was too scared
When I was 12
To give a girl a kiss.


That may seem small
But not at all
For the one that did not act.
Indecisively I felt true pain,
And I've been Hamlet in the sack.

I'm done.
I'm finished
Being the one
Who gives up
Without a try.

I tell you God
If I break my word
Then smite me down
I'll die.

From this day forth
A new man of sorts
From the ashes of regret

A fire's been sparked
This boys been charged
Not afraid of what he expects.

I claim not as mine
These thoughts I find,
Only freedom through my eye.

So hear me once
And hear me loud
I will no longer fear to try.



Emanuel ✓

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