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Don’t preach peace — ("miss×me^with-the°spirit©talk,") {~they gone, that’s facts — nobody want to step in that manner Tryna wrap it in a prayer "like it fix my loss," but the silence hit deep, with the price too cost. I want their voice, their laugh, their arms on me, not a memory that echo when the room go cooled Stop callin’ me strong like I chose this pain, I’m survivin’ ’cause life don’t wait — it remain. Time don’t heal — it just teach you how to function, mask on tight, hide the hurt in conjunction. picking up frequencies Some days standin’ up feel like too much weight, but the world don’t stop — gotta move, no break. Don’t preach peace — ("miss×me^with-the°spirit©talk,") {~they gone, that’s facts — nobody want to step in that manner Tryna wrap it in a prayer "like it fix my loss," but the silence hit deep, with the price too cost. I’m angry ’cause love this deep shouldn’t end in a void, no timeline ever make the ache destroyed. And I’ll stop bein’ bitter when the pain let up — which might be never, if I’m keepin’ it blunt. i just rolled up smoking to these thoughts thay was Up at a speed way i had to slow down looking at the seller situation the deal got to go down