The weight's been slipping away for days.
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Sleeping on the floor and trying hard not to breathe,
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it seems this just might be unravelling me.
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I woke up just in time
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to watch my friends fall apart.
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I fear I've been dreaming for far too long.
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It's not the silence that haunts;
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It's the dark.
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So I've been counting the missed steps
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and scrawling them all down
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in a notebook marked second chances
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I used to keep around.
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It was mostly sketches of deep skies
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and a few other places that I've been;
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the phone number of a fellow tortured soul
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I know I'll call once I learn to let people in.
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Restart. Rewind.
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Reframe the image to a legible size.
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Stand straight. Don't hide
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the bloodstains you wear so well with pride.
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Encouragement
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like healing would ever need a reason...
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They're only telling me the good things,
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any more bad news they just might find me dead.
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Focus on this:
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Take time to go heal on your own.
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Focus on anything.
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Restart a heart thicker than bone.
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Second chance-faded memories,
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and all those times I watched in awe.
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Always somewhat slipping,
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now I'm bored again.
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For days and for weeks, (Focus on this.)
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never lose time again.
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Never lose time watching it all. (Focus on anything.)
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Strengthen the ones that have kept me whole.
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Focus on this:
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Take time to go heal on your own.
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Focus on anything.
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Restart a heart thicker than bone.
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My Own Private South Oaks
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| Crime In Stereo |
