| Alone
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| Within my thoughts
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| Reflecting
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| On all I’ve said and done
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| Never once
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| Have I felt satisfied
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| Never again
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| Will I even try
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| Anger, frustration
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| Emotions flare and seethe
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| Hands are shaking, filled with rage
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| Betrayal from loved ones
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| Real or fiction wound the same
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| These feelings and this thinking
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| Though unwarranted, undeserved
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| Lead to a place familiar
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| Back to my well of pain
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| As the initial shock of the pain fades away
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| These cuts, these punctures, these bruises
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| Dissolve to a hollow ache
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| And the cycle continues
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| The finger’s pointed but the blame remains
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| Digging deeper within me just causes the world itself to fade
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| Colors draining
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| My eyes go cold and gray
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| As I withdraw within
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| The ground beneath me starts to sink
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| As I am moving forward
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| Led deep into the garden
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| Led to a place familiar
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| Back to my well of pain
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| I know this place and why I’m here
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| All too well, guilt and shame
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| The center of the issues at hand
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| The center and the source of my hollow ache
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| And self pity, it beckons
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| Despite all I do it won’t shake away
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| The more that I rationalize these thoughts the more they seem to inflame
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| And the cycle continues
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| The finger’s pointed but the blame remains
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| Digging deeper within me just causes the world itself to fade
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| The cycle of dwelling
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| It repeats, it replays
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| My hatred of my own mind
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| Upcycles and unravels
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| Self hatred and self loathing
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| Have become second nature
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| I’m learning to accept now
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| That this is good for no one
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| Break wide open
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| Resolve to rid those who’ve been inflicted with me
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| Of this plague out of shame
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| And self pity, it beckons
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| Despite all I do it won’t shake away
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| The more that I rationalize these thoughts the more they seem to inflame
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| And the cycle continues
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| The finger’s pointed but the blame remains
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| Digging deeper within me just causes the world itself to fade
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| And the world opened up
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| And I gazed into blackness
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| And I looked all around me
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| And saw nothing but gray
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| I looked into myself
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| And found I matched the darkness
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| With not another thought
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| I dove into my well of pain |