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Engine #9

An old soul so I’ve been told, special sauce never to mold

Knocked my pandora box of the ledge, upon direct hit it all poured out

guess what, I didnt even pout…

I have collected much over the years, pieces I don’t understand yet…some bring me to tears

Then happiness consumes me ’cause I guess there are other plans…not always meant to understand

Now wearing my heart on my sleeve, I’ll give it all away, I don’t need…I have enough of the spirit fire burning inside me, sustaining

Still whispering on that breeze, the one that brings chills, sometimes bringing you to your knees

Gladly holding out my hands he says, “Do you still accept me to be in your plans?”

there’s some things we first must discuss, namely all the white lies and distrust

It has been addressed by order of high, I am told “Dear, there’s no reason more to cry.”

Simply reply

Yes

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