Quiet has come to hold me close
Dizzying breaths swirling within
Every day can’t be favorable I guess
Pressure booming in my chest
How about I just sit today out?
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Don’t look to me for perfection
Far from an example this afternoon
Maybe withholding my appearance is best
Mind ran last night stealing any rest
I thought I was walking towards the right way
It’s too quiet and I’m a little weary.
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Please don’t be a sin
To sleep this the day away
Far from exhausted
Yet I’ve given much without reinforcements
Refreshments in route
Hope it arrives before questions multiply.
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Mirth time has gone
Mourning this morning out in front
Don’t look towards me tonight
Something inside clatters when I blink
Unclean, scrubbing my mind at the kitchen sink
Joy available but at this hour I cannot drink
Ship of hope threatening to plummet right when I need to sail.
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Is it all a waste
Is it all for nothing
Am I stupid
Foolish
Compass a lie
Let me lay down and watch tears fly from eyes to the ceiling
Weeping for more healing.
