Running out of words.
Writers' block.
Running out of reasons.
These tired eyes seek a place to rest
from the downfalls they've witnessed.
I fought sorrow with these beaten fists.
I've come to learn time won't heal a thing.
I've cursed the skies,
I've cursed the sun, for it's been burning me alive.
Let the skies open up so the rain can remind me of who I am.
Let the sound of the earth drain the
outside world and give shelter to my mind.
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