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Honey, you're too far from the truth when this toxic attachment is bringing you down to his knees
I see that you're struggling
I acknowledge your pain
One can't appreciate the sunshine
Without experiencing a little rain

I know you feel broken
As you count down seconds on the clock
Just know that when you need someone
I'll be your rock

Standing by you through the storms
Without pause I take on this task
You can cry, scream, or cuss me out
As we wait for them to pass

I understand that you're tired
But you mustn't stop fighting
When the darkness surrounds you
I'll shine a light, just keep climbing
  
You're not alone in your feelings
Though at times it may seem
We've all felt ourselves drowning,
Gasping, struggling to breathe

You are only human
You do what you can
Don't ever be ashamed
To need a helping hand

You're not without flaws
But that's indeed my favorite part
The realest person I've ever known;
A true work of art
Mosaic : a picture or pattern produced  by arranging together small, broken pieces ; art
That even if you are having
A rough tough time in life
You are always allowed to have
A good day.
Each day is its own. Whatever you're going through, allow yourself to enjoy the day.
I pass back
smoking dark not black
more like blue
smoking memories of you
i inhale the breath of pain
exhale the pain of breathing
this sting has taught me
smoking does not alleviate hurt
it stores it away
hidden until you come back down
like you're collecting your bags
after a night out on the town
you drag your bags home
holding your breath
so you can roll another lie
to ease your distress
and you burn with the rest
sneak out of your home
borrow money from your brother
you're starting to act just like your mother
you find a spot you can call your own
and smoke up your loud
just to sit on some clouds
within a few hours you are back where you started
wondering why the drugs look dark
not quite black
but more or less blue
they have become a part of you.
me.
I have seen a thousand sunrises
Mornings where I wake up and everything feels alright
excited for the day
When the ends of my mind have not started to fray
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I told you once, that my nihilism
was the only thing I ever bet with.
I wasn't lying, then, really,
when I told you I had nothing to lose.
I been gamblin'
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