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Im so tired and I tried as hard as I could,
I write down insecurities with a pen and this book.
And my words mean nothing when there is nothing I can do.
It takes more than just rage to exit this room.
But the window is open and im barely coping but I wont make this my tomb.

I cannot break like an open wound.
Ive been through worse than what you put me through.
Bitten as much as someone can chew.
Abortion process of us all.
With my back against the wall.
And now I wait until your call.

-dont leave yourself open.
Theres something else broken.
Just as our hystory has been awoken.
Theres still so many words left here to be spoken.-

And even though I see your face.
Your smile is easy to replace.
You're not the first and you wont be the last.
You shouldn't try to relive what is in the past.
And when I sleep you cant see what I dream.
Its just as well you'll never see what I mean.
Dont look at me like you never knew.
Baby from the beginning you know that this was all you.
Its not my problem if you cant see my worth in whats valued.

wow just plain and simply wow great effort