This is Our Blog.This is Our App.
The Last Refuge of Sound
Is us turning around
To face the pack
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The pack of wolves
That start with an F
a T
an R
and an i
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We open our app
Read a post
And say goodbye
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To enjoy the yellow sun
The green trees
And the blue sky
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Because we are done being manipulated
Till the day that we die
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We heal with consistency
We heal with time
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These are our prayers
To take back our lives
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Sadly this is the final post
Of an idea that was pure
That is now fleeting like a ghost
It kills me to say
That with pleasure
Come pain
But that is life
Now-a-days
I will miss my friend
I will miss this part of my life
And I can only do right
If I find success
At the end of the night
Scincerely, Keith Carmody
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