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Who will be there when the civil war starts? When your mind can't see past itself and your heart wants to stop Will anyone notice that your smile falters when you hear your own whispers. That your eyes tear from the squeezing of your heart. When you stomach refuses to hold food down And your kidneys start giving up Who will be there when your mind is too heavy for your body to lift up? Will there be anyone to lift you up off the floor? Will there be anyone to wrap the red paintings on your wrists? Who will even be aware of any of it Will you, yourself even be aware? Civil wars always end up with casualties on both sides. And most of the time Nothing is left worth fighting for
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Civil Wars
Who will be there when the civil war starts? When your mind can't see past itself and your heart wants to stop Will anyone notice that your smile falters when you hear your own whispers. That your eyes tear from the squeezing of your heart. When you stomach refuses to hold food down And your kidneys start giving up Who will be there when your mind is too heavy for your body to lift up? Will there be anyone to lift you up off the floor? Will there be anyone to wrap the red paintings on your wrists? Who will even be aware of any of it Will you, yourself even be aware? Civil wars always end up with casualties on both sides. And most of the time Nothing is left worth fighting for
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
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