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Nights of, "please don't leave me"
And days with, "I don't need him"
I'll hide behind my fingers
Wetness on my eyes
They give me all these choices
They show me all these wonders
Does it make a difference?
We all run out of time
So silence all their voices
And rip them of their plunders
Just shred their rules to pieces
With nothing left alive
Mornings held in limbo
Evenings slipping, whipping by
I'm choking on my pleading
Desperate for replies
There's strength within me somewhere
With more I could pretend
To keep myself from finding
The truth in all my lies
-HM
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