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Running out of words. |
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Writers' block. |
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Running out of reasons. |
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These tired eyes seek a place to rest from the down |
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falls they've witnessed. |
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I fought sorrow with these beaten fists. |
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I've come to learn time won't heal a thing. |
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I've cursed the skies, I've cursed the sun, for it's been burning me alive. |
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Let the skies open up so the rain can remind me of who I am. |
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Let the sound of the earth drain the outside world and give shelter to my mind. |