how it helps and how it hurts
on and off music, sometimes i blurt
the words that were best left unsaid
To curb when I went unrestrained
what is right? who's to say?
with inner urge the words sway
the somethings that must be done
the somethings, from which we can't run
there's no emotion, good or bad
just the truth, steadfast, mistaken as cad
walk we must, for this path unfolds
the story continues, even if untold.
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