Again I think,
Of what I cannot do,
Dreams that will not come true.
The stories of my past,
Are being unraveled.
As I hide under my blanket of lies.
Many thoughts cross my mind,
Some good, some bad,
Some down behind.
Wish they would stop,
Do not understand.
As I look down at my feet.
Try to rise and run in fear,
For I see the blood.
Close my eyes and see your face,
But then it fades away.
As I say goodbye to you,
I think of what I cannot do.
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