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Emotional Tide
The sky is clouded over with the imminent rain The world is dissolving as the water is pain My soul is rebuilt, but it washes away The emotional tide blotting out the new day How many times must I lose my soul? How many times must I lose control? How many times will death take its toll? How many times must I not be whole? Tidal wave of loneliness crashes on my shore Sandcastles imagined once are gone forever more Looking for the answer where the books have all been burnt Relapse into nothingness, the one thing left that hurts How many times must I lose my soul? How many times must I lose control? How many times will death take its toll? How many times? Will I never be whole? Silver light shines down upon the blank and moonlit beach Ashes of my soul are almost left within my reach Pressure of emotion crushing down upon my life Diamonds come from burning ruin. Diamonds come from strife. How many times have I lost my soul? How many times did I lose control? How many times did death take its toll? How many times? How many times? How many times have I almost been whole?
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