Story

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Everyone's got a story , a tune that flows within. 
The words and beats go in harmony , seen and heard when they cave in.

All they want is a thought in their name ,
A vision of them in your mind .
The cuts and mistakes in their past , make them beg for you to rewind.

They wish for you to see the person they were before all the chaos, 
And realize that with an error all too human in nature they were at a loss.

A second chance is all one seeks for ,
To walk on the path they once were on .
A moment to undo what was done
To stop what had already begun.

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