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Pens scattered with lack of ink paper torn, its hard to think mind so scattered, heart so torn my clothes are ***** and my shoes are worn ive lost so much in this deadly fight against no one but me, myself, and i. like my focus on the things i love the meaning behind warm human touch my strength, my sight, my will to live the nervousness before a kiss my vision my dreams how it feels to spread my wings and ride the wind without a care because though i didnt know where i was going i knew God was taking me there this clock keeps ticking, driving me mad my head keeps spinning as the seconds pass with each new second i recall another mistake from my past i want to use all my strength left to break this **** glass bc the girl on the other side of this mirror looks much too unfamiliar. They say to look inside yourself to find out where to start but its all empty except some tired lungs, a drowned-in-liquor liver and a shattered heart. ive got nothing left to give i gave it all away to all the things that promised to take away the pain tried to find myself in the bottom of those bottles and the pills that i would swallow and all the smoke that left my eyes red lungs gray and mind hollow i lost myself in the journey to find me i guess sometimes we have to learn who were not before we figure out who we are i learned that i cant find myself in the things that destroy me, but rather in the things that build who i am like the worn pages of my old bible the words of the songs that make me smile like the hands of a loved one who never let go in the spaces between their fingers, where i place my own like the song of the birds, soaring through the sky promising i will get new wings and again i will fly
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
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Pens scattered with lack of ink paper torn, its hard to think mind so scattered, heart so torn my clothes are ***** and my shoes are worn ive lost so much in this deadly fight against no one but me, myself, and i. like my focus on the things i love the meaning behind warm human touch my strength, my sight, my will to live the nervousness before a kiss my vision my dreams how it feels to spread my wings and ride the wind without a care because though i didnt know where i was going i knew God was taking me there this clock keeps ticking, driving me mad my head keeps spinning as the seconds pass with each new second i recall another mistake from my past i want to use all my strength left to break this **** glass bc the girl on the other side of this mirror looks much too unfamiliar. They say to look inside yourself to find out where to start but its all empty except some tired lungs, a drowned-in-liquor liver and a shattered heart. ive got nothing left to give i gave it all away to all the things that promised to take away the pain tried to find myself in the bottom of those bottles and the pills that i would swallow and all the smoke that left my eyes red lungs gray and mind hollow i lost myself in the journey to find me i guess sometimes we have to learn who were not before we figure out who we are i learned that i cant find myself in the things that destroy me, but rather in the things that build who i am like the worn pages of my old bible the words of the songs that make me smile like the hands of a loved one who never let go in the spaces between their fingers, where i place my own like the song of the birds, soaring through the sky promising i will get new wings and again i will fly
jojo-yoder
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
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