| Eyes in silence
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| Eyes in the dark
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| A life in patience
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| To survive and surrender
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| Whatever I feel
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| Whatever I see is just
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| A sign of hope
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| A reflection of my memories
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| Words covered with dust
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| In a book to my left
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| An urge to read
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| No permission
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| Helpless eyes
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| Voices fading
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| I regret
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| I regret
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| I tilt my head
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| I close my eyes
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| Voice — louder
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| Temptation rising
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| I shiver
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| I’m a stranger in my own skin
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| I’ll survive
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| But for how long?
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| And silence still remains
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| Whatever my belief and identity will offer
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| I can never purify my thoughts
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| And still
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| I linger in temptation
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| Still not daring to reach out
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| The book
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| My dreams
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| Written out in words that I can’t read
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| My fingers write
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| What my mind is not capable to think of
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| And silence still remains
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| I’m a stranger in my own skin
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| But I’ll survive
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| My fingers write
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| What my mind is not capable to think of
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| But I’ll survive
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| But for how long??? |