Reconstruction

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By <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

You won't understand that place in your life. You dont even know what it means. You never know the things that you'll face Or what tomorrow will bring. But we all face it and one day we know That choices all have a cost. Sometimes it's high and giving too much And sometimes we feel so lost. Sometimes it's leaving and walking away And letting them think they won. Sometimes it hurts and hardens your soul. Learning the meaning of done. But in the end we learn our place The one that heals our soul. We're going to be broken time and again But thats how we become whole.

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