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Sunbaked streets Home It's a state of mind Not a place I recognize And this mind lives alone Amidst hostile interiors And foreign exteriors The pounding heart Sends the blood spinning Death spiralling The mirror broke when it met my eye I forget the time And I disappear Somewhere between What is happening And what has been It feels like drowning In a muddy lake Where the water thick clogs the lungs Makes you suffocate with the anger Of a thousand burning suns And darkness does not bring silence When eyes close nothing is mended And cold hands refrain from taking hold There's a tear and I'm beginning to see it I think I'm lost Somewhere between dreams and reality Losing sense of which is what And I'm terrified of waking up
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Wake Up
Sunbaked streets Home It's a state of mind Not a place I recognize And this mind lives alone Amidst hostile interiors And foreign exteriors The pounding heart Sends the blood spinning Death spiralling The mirror broke when it met my eye I forget the time And I disappear Somewhere between What is happening And what has been It feels like drowning In a muddy lake Where the water thick clogs the lungs Makes you suffocate with the anger Of a thousand burning suns And darkness does not bring silence When eyes close nothing is mended And cold hands refrain from taking hold There's a tear and I'm beginning to see it I think I'm lost Somewhere between dreams and reality Losing sense of which is what And I'm terrified of waking up
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
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