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**Hours From Sunrise**

Standing in the dark, alone in the storm Rain-soaked hair dripping cold Watching sullen water so far down below Sodden voices speaking soft in the air They tell me how easily I could find peace An end to my silent regrets The ones that just end in despair and defeat One step and this pain all could end A push – from right inside my mind …so easy to do this right now The river’d be swift and kinder than…this Yet I stand…undecided again I am tired of living inside of this blight I need a lighthouse, a candle A guide in the night My matches have all gotten wet The edge is approaching I’m moving too fast And I’m hours from sunrise yet
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Feb 15, 2011
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