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In the shower with the bizarre thoughts in my head ,

It's water that's trickling down my hair, 

but tears that roll down my cheek,

I really thought that they cared;

how much pain can I possibly bare,

It's about time that I am pushed off the creek,

It's all going to be okay they said;

I feel I need to reach out for air,

stripped to the bones has left me weak,

feel like I have been laid on my deathbed;

my heart has been torn into shreds,

to be melancholic is so to speak,

are these situations that I misread?

doubting myself is what is left to spare,

unanswered questions is what I seek,

all the truth left unsaid;

to try again, do i dare?

piece by piece sorting out this mystique,

is this happiness that I feel that has been embed?

It's time to bid goodbye and light up the flair,

It's the only thing that makes me unique.














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