"Sometimes I wish we could all just let go
and rise like, this smoke
above all the greys that cloud this world
away with the wind, toss and twirl
away with the wind to another world
we'd leave this all behind and breath again
we'd leave this all behind and then
the dirt would crumble, fall from the frame
and leave a picture so pure and beautiful
beholding this utopia we'd be changed
no, we'd never be the same..."
-Purpose for the Pain
by: Renee Yohe
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