By design, you put roof over me
By nature, I need the sun

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Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.

How can I explain to you
That the numbness isn't a lack of all emotion.
It's all the emotions crushed into my tiny heart.
It's bursting at the seams and I'm so overwhelmed
That I don't want any of it anymore.
That's what the numbness is.

Souls on edge
Are alone and waiting.