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[title] => Making a choice to be out of touch.
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[hometext] => Have you made your choice?
[bodytext] => I’m making a choice to be out of touch. I’m always the first one to fall apart. Drowning in my own sweet sorrow, Deserving every beat of this broken heart. Cars race by in clouds of ignorance, Planes streak by in a rush. He walks the streets with a look of avoidance, Is this what I need to avoid being crushed? He screams for a glance—for a meaning, He runs for hours with nowhere to run to. He prays for days, But no one seems to care. So he’ll stick to the norm, Attract no attention, Lie his way through the day, And the questions. He returns to his nowhere He ponders the concept Fighting his conscience for control. But he longs for the silver, The glint of the steel, To end these haunting shadows. He’s making a choice to be out of touch. He’s always the first one to fall apart. He just wants to be left alone. He doesn’t deserve this broken heart. He wants a solution. He craves for the end. His wounds extend so deep, But he won’t let them mend. There’s nothing I can say to you To make you feel alive again. And I can’t tell you what I feel. I’ll keep these words inside my head. I’m making a choice to be out of touch. I’m always the first one to fall apart. Drowning in my own sweet sorrow. Deserving every beat of this broken heart. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 34 [informant] => liquidchaos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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