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Mar 2011
I'm hoping that this breeze can find a way to save me,
I know I can't find it in me to help myself.
If I go searching down inside of me,
which path would I take?
I need the keys to unlock myself.
Life stole them from me.
I can't pick the locks.
They're too complex.
I managed to turn myself into a tangled mess.
A labyrnth in my chest.
But despite everything I am filled with,
I'm still trapped in emptiness.
do you know this darkness?
Don't say you do, your lips are liars.
Tiffany Bourlet
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