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I feel so lost and I have misplaced a part of me Looking for answers in the rubble of emotional debris How do you rebuild hard earned confidence Smashed and swept, leaving no remnants How do you stand on battered knees And put on an expression that shows no crease How do you recover something you barely just found Something that exists neither above or below ground Try not to limp because the world doesn't really want to know If you braved through where thistles and thorns grow They don't really care; In fact they might grow tired Of the same dirge I insist on having repeated I'm feeling the repercussions and myself I do blame For expecting of you nothing less of the same Only thing I can do is what I do best Is to revel in overwhelming grief and fallen crest Be annoyingly frail and exceedingly feeble Soon may regret because some may deem it intolerable Get up and chin up or I'll have more to lose Still retaining the gift of breath I so choose Pleading into thin air to quell the pain As I try to piece myself all over again
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
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I feel so lost and I have misplaced a part of me Looking for answers in the rubble of emotional debris How do you rebuild hard earned confidence Smashed and swept, leaving no remnants How do you stand on battered knees And put on an expression that shows no crease How do you recover something you barely just found Something that exists neither above or below ground Try not to limp because the world doesn't really want to know If you braved through where thistles and thorns grow They don't really care; In fact they might grow tired Of the same dirge I insist on having repeated I'm feeling the repercussions and myself I do blame For expecting of you nothing less of the same Only thing I can do is what I do best Is to revel in overwhelming grief and fallen crest Be annoyingly frail and exceedingly feeble Soon may regret because some may deem it intolerable Get up and chin up or I'll have more to lose Still retaining the gift of breath I so choose Pleading into thin air to quell the pain As I try to piece myself all over again
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
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