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Why are we still here? Scratching and pulling at your skin Trying to find the answers in your silent stares and unspoken phrases I am tired of wrestling with it so I just push it aside Hoping to hide the discontent I feel And the anger bubbling up inside Too tired to beg for it anymore Too ignorant to understand I am sitting in a waiting room while the clock laughs at me Mocking my helpless state Hopeless but still waiting This is how I will always remain Even when I am long gone My bones scattered in that waiting room Hopeless but still waiting
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
The Waiting Room
Why are we still here? Scratching and pulling at your skin Trying to find the answers in your silent stares and unspoken phrases I am tired of wrestling with it so I just push it aside Hoping to hide the discontent I feel And the anger bubbling up inside Too tired to beg for it anymore Too ignorant to understand I am sitting in a waiting room while the clock laughs at me Mocking my helpless state Hopeless but still waiting This is how I will always remain Even when I am long gone My bones scattered in that waiting room Hopeless but still waiting
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
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