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I can feel it coming, dark and looming just ahead
a storm that never dies, by my sorrows it is fed
it wraps itself around me and won't release it's grip
into the terrifying oblivion I slowly begin to slip
screaming out for help but there is no relief
no salvation from a world with a specialty for grief
not a hand in view to pull me up when I fall
there's no way I can climb this pain studded wall
my body is too heavy and my mind too abused
I think my love is gone, it has all been used
I'm a shell of a woman, with no more strength
the rope sliding into the water, with no more length
not a soul to ever care if I even survive
to them it doesn't matter, as long as they thrive
this battle I fight is fought hard and all alone
and don't think I'll ever make it back to the place called "home"

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