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My Cries

My cries are like the wind banging against windows My heart is like a chained up room thats always closed, and no one knows that I'm a tired soul I smile with my fake smile even though My eyes hold hidden tears because I cant let my past go Its grown bold, entering my dreams And chasing me in the shadows Throwing me deep into the gallows I've fallen out of my ship of hope And I'm being swept out of the shallows How do I hold, onto an anchor thats been thrown How do I see past the waves of my doubt As I'm being swept to a place that is unknown I'm struggling to stay above the ocean of my hurt My pain holds me down as I sink like a stone I gasp for air but only the waters of my sorrow enter my mouth And as I sink to the bottom I know that no one is around To grab my trembling hand Right before I drown

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