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Mar 2017
I am a broken man today
I don't know what to say
I don't know how to feel
I'm not sure how to deal
Is it all real?
What is real?

Am I the one at the wheel?
It all feels... so surreal
I can't ******* last meal
My thoughts start to congeal
My Soul begins to peel
Bright Blues turn Teal

I've been chasing my own heels
Trying to steal
Back this notion of real
After breaking the seal
Of my nerves made of steel

'Cos it's now time to Heal
Nic Sutcliffe
Written by
Nic Sutcliffe  Brighton, UK
(Brighton, UK)   
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