And lose the weight, of every burden, that I’ve carried on my own without a helping hand
And the feeling that I will amount to nothing more, than wasted space.
I’ll break my trends, like the way I spend my days retracing steps, reciting words
Perfect in verse, then dwell on hurt, alone, I converse with the noise inside my head
Something beautiful inside.
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