Aberrance

Back in my rhyme

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The year began,

I was longing for the love I felt I lacked
While mending a smile that was cracked
Even the butterfly wings that fluttered
In time, they too fell weak and withered

So I played along as a reclusive monk
With eyes burrowed in a dark furrow
I was torn between right and wrong
Peace in pieces split in past and morrow

But then a day, I finally faced my crime
Which pushed me back in my rhyme
So now no more what-ifs, ifs, and buts
Well, it is high time that I bust my butt
I gotta rewrite my story outta this rut


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