Here. Here I go. One day at a time.
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And I know if I keep my head above the water
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then I'll have a chance at swimming back to shore.
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Torn. Torn in two. Twist the knife. Strip the screw.
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I'll be fine. I'll heal in time. Convincing myself that,
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"It's not a part of me. It's not important anymore.
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It's just a memory and I have long since shut that door."
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Mine. Mine for keeps. I still feel sick and it's been seven weeks.
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I miss your face. I miss the glow.
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What's the point in leaving to begin with
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when you never let it go. "It's far away from me.
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A distance larger than the pain",
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I try to tell myself, but the more I try to
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scrub away the stain the more I want to be there.
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Yet something whispers,"Look where you've gotten on your own
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thus far, alone and in the dark".
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Nobody knows your name. Everything looks the same.
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At least I can share my pain.
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In The Dark
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Inspection 12 |