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One hand off to the side, The other clenched tight And waits for the lie.
At home I feel like I'm never alone. Outside feels like I scramble for bones Of love, of life And all this despite The people who share My place in the light.
My eyes are looking down, But my ears perk up And wait for the sound.
No matter how many times I think this through, The ultimate end Just will never do. So sad and polished, My thoughts grow thin, Sinking into Dark places within.
2:56 AM
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