

ReluctanceThese repeating guitar riffs, Recapitulate the contrite state, Of the little humanity I still possess. Resonating with delicate pain, It awakens a flood of feelings, That lie beneath the empty wells of broken dreams. Finding myself questioning your motives, Seeking to justify my actions, But mostly failing to understand. How did it begin and when, Did it all start to fall apart in my hands?Reluctance
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