The Journey

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I feel that there is a block in my mind

Observing my surroundings this time

My mind has been in the book so long

I turn the stereo up

I'm playing one song and keeping it on repeat

My tears are my voices

From my mouth I don't speak

Only a silent sob is released

Ugly faces that I make in the mirror

The continuous waters in my eyes work as contacts

I begin to se things clearer

It's been a hour since I last wrote a word

I feel that you've taken my passion from me

Its not your fault

But you are the reason

Just like tropical lands

Its a continuous rain season

But after the rain the plants grow

My pain is steadily easing like ooz from my body

For I needed to cry

Getting pass the water works of venting

I'm finally reached the other side

I'm finally here

I'm finally over you

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