21. The Fire
The fire that rages
from within my rib cage is
weakening the bones
that should make me strong.
The fire that rages
from within my rib cage is
weakening the bones
that should make me strong.
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Hurting
Because no one cares at all.
Crying
Because no one hears me call.
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My life is falling apart,
Can't get rid of this fragile heart,
Headache from all the tears,
Restless sleep, thinking about fears.
At the start of the drive all the places seemed new
I roll down the window and I bask in the view
The breeze is so gentle
The temperature just right