My skin used to glow, my blue
grey eyes - well, they spoke...

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I can't keep this battle up...

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You've drowned the pain...

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As deeply as I receive your warmth...

Does he know I lay on piles of thorns
from roses I've held too close...

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes...

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I am held...

Everything about you sings to me;
It doesn't matter what words I think I hear...

Sometimes, I think hurt
can go deeper than the...

You've stood for me a
million times, held my hand...

It beckons me once more...
but I am no longer the joyful child...

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Writers feel the need to escape reality...