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Mar 2020
I can hear you
stumbling there in the dark
but I can't see you
and it just tears me apart
I feel you there, every day
I'm still not sure, what gets in the way
I have been somewhat okay
and I'd rather not hurt
Just to stir something awake
I hope that isn't the way to find
my miracle words from pain
I hate feeling the urge to write and not being able to find the words that relieve that feeling
Hopeless Outlet
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Hopeless Outlet  34/M/NYC
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