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Sep 2022
I need my time, I need my space
It took strength to escape that place
Where people were as cold as stone
I thought I'd be happy all alone
Then I got what I hoped for
Now the world is at my door
Yet nothing stops the pain and fear
I can feel a breakdown near
I go to the kitchen and reach the knife
What would happen if I ended my life?
I fill and drink and rinse my cup
Something calls me out, and I look up
I see a bright and shining star
I try to reach it, but it's so far
I look in awe, I stand still
But in my mind I fly at will
I soar above, rising steady
And am greeted by confetti
Scores of people welcome me
I've reached the place where I'm meant to be
Then I return to my life of grime
And know I will die when it's my time
Written by
SleepEasy
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   guy scutellaro
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