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Catharsis These simple flavors and these easy rhymes that spring from the overly-occupied mind come together in intricate twists and turns to bring the healing that only comes with words. But there's parts that last, parts that stay, parts this catharsis won't take away. Purple and raw, so fresh a bruise, a deeper pain that's never been used— the part that claws and screams to be heard by just your ear, with a few little words.
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