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I put off things that I hold dear, my heart aches from words unclear You couldn't grasp my destined place, a place you need not to be Curse me with hope, validate me the same Use yours words please, tell me you hate me I think I can handle fate You lie like I don't But my word punctures through No light shed on purpose, almost everyday I feel my patience start to break I'll take my turn with fate, my open arms are less giving The marks on my legs from climbing steps, the steps I take so you digress Figure I'll stay long, the effort was not bought, strictly borrowed from your grip I'm losing a person I never deserved this but that's life I guess No light shed on purpose almost everyday Connected with weakness and my desperate taste I was no one to you, no that's not longer the case I feel my patience start to bend and break