November 19, 2009
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all these voices sound the same
screaming at me, calling my name
they all want something.
the pressure builds like rock in my chest
always pressuring me to do my best
ill fall short of all your demands
and leave without ever fufilling the plan
slipping through my fingers like sand
i tried so hard, but i let it all go
so i guess ill never know
the feeling i want, i can only suppose
i made room to let the pain grow
growing, etching,into my heart
until it all just falls apart
piece by piece it will start
and ill be all alone.

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