Struck

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I
Was struck
In a place
Where pain is everyone's
Middle name
Where my heart sank
Where I hang from a cliff
Bearing your name near my lips
Every now and again
Your name
Left pain to seep
As if it were a tree
Letting all the extra weight
Faint from the shoulders
Of pain
Allowing me to pull myself up
With all my luck I can walk through the door
Where many others lives
Mean so much more
I
WAS
Stuck
Key word was
Your name
Washed that out
Like a flood

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