There will come a time
When you must walk with the
weight
Of a thousand bricks.
Retrace every step through
Wet cement 'til the concrete sticks.
You slashed that knife,
You broke that vow.
You must breathe in smoke
From your own fiery lungs,
Or you'll never understand
How much those wounds stung.
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