A Time Like This

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Nights like these I hate

Where my leg shakes

When my chest aches

Nights I can't take

 

Moments like now make something sweet foul

Makes the ticking sound in my head go POW

Takes me up 

Just to let me down 

 

The pill bottle by my side

Is suppose to be a light

Suppose to be a guide

Something to hang onto tight

 

The tissues in my hand

Are signs telling me to take a stand

To be a women

To stop walking with my problem

And dance!

 

But these tears 

These tears here

Are just liquid forms of my fears






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