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Metaphor for the personal defeat. |
| there is nothing I have to share not right now. [except] no. [I do] smile on ruins I stand Another victory. saluting the white sheet I drenched red so I must be. Victorious, you mean. [and scared, crying. Falling to my knees. What have I done? What have I done?] Reach to the sky, hands free Bathed in what I’ve become. [filth] |