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I'm sorry


I'm cold and my eyes are sore
my voice falters
my mind at war with itself
battered and bruised by my own hands I bleed
and I scream at you
to leave me, you don't love me
how could you even?

you merely take me into your arms

I'm sorry
I know I'm messed up
and still you are here

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gnarly branches,
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taking residence in my heart

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a song upon a breeze
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went lost among the trees

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in silence now we just await
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casting my eyes to ground
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dark clouds have gathered to shade our sun
we own our separate thoughts
both wrought with guilt

I love you
still
but my heart beats out of sync

let the rain pour down
I am now ready to drown