| I’m holding my breath at night to try and make some sense of this mess.
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| My mind has got holes from knives and problems i am trying to address.
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| Feelings are emboldened lies coating my eyes glazed with distress.
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| Your heart it feels old and wise, something with which i am trying to connect.
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| So don’t let me overstep thee
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| Our pacing keeps me alive
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| Inject me with things to correct me.
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| I’ll always awaken loud and in stride.
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| I’m holding my breath at night in hopes that i can slow down life
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| To provide me with ample time to sweep away the soot i don’t like.
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| Seriousness is seldom found and life can become a big joke.
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| One day you won’t laugh or smile. |
| feelings i once easily evoked.
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| No, i’m not getting a feel on these feelings.
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| Wasting my throat like the cold, cold night i wail
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| Lend me a sail, i can find a way to make movements
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| Away from cruel land.
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| I’m leaving these things by the door.
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| They have no use for me anymore.
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| They’ll grind up with the worms and the waste and the gravel
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| I’ll run past with the wind in my hair
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| And a new outlook. |