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sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole;

like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

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just a sinner,
saved by grace.

cos my comfort would prefer me to be numb
and avoid the impending birth
of who i was born to become

i'll be a beautiful letdown,
painfully uncool.