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By Laura Dee
November 5, 2014

Suddenly tired of being wired
Desire to die while being admired
Every omen reaks of old grass stains
Nothing in this twisted game to gain

Daggers and crimes filling my mind
Burning so bad it's making me blind
Every last sound the silence will make
Nails on the chalkboards of my mistakes

So what do you call this new loneliness?
A Dead Sea Disease inside an empty kiss
Missed every falling leaf in the chilly autumn air
I never once dreamed life would be so unfair

It's not ok and it won't be all right
I never even put up a fight
It isn't something that I was dreaming of
I burned out so fast in the gleam of your love

So I'll find the pills cause I never had the will
To win on my own in this twisted game of skill
Or maybe I was never really made of gold
My dead frozen hands were never yours to hold

So I'll cash the hand that I'm holding now
So much of my life that I could disavow
Instead I will stand on my two feet again
Embracing the bittersweet truth from within

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