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Thousands of thoughts
That incriminate your mind, Thousands of breaths That make you hear the threats, Thousands of words That swing gently on mute cords, Thousands of prayers That are heard as dares. You fear you don’t leave nothing behind, You cry loud as maybe someone will here the sound, You hope that what you make shall be found, In the nothingness left by your footsteps on the ground. You feel the world spinning too fast You weep as you have already stepped into the past You wonder if somebody will pull you back From the war you’ve been fighting too long You hope someone can erase that lack That left you on your knees and so alone. As night goes by, so slow, with your sigh You remember each and every lie And though they hurt you so You just can’t let them go And as your words begin to bleed And your thoughts begin to mourn Your breath grows colder and suddenly it’s torn And your prayers shall never reach dawn.
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