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Mar 2014
My sorry soul is tired
I swear I haven't slept in years
But last night it felt like you might offer respite
And so tell me why my nerves of steel put bars around my heart

So what if the voices never shut up
And the weight on my chest doesn't budge?
I'll join the millions of others always drowning
One day I'll wake up and I'll have nothing left

Busting my *** to catch busses that already passed by
Working long hours with both ends burning but there's barely a wick
You should see how I torch everything around me
A poisonous drug leaving mass destruction in my wake

And I've lived a million lives but mine just started
How can a person seem so aged?
If only I could sleep but a minute
Sail off into nothingness on a burning funeral pyre
Teresa Smith
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Teresa Smith  Kent
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