You've Taken My Chair and The Music Hasn't Stopped
My bones ache. The lonely whisper of wind through leaves. The thorn twisting inside my veins. So fragile and faint. At least I tried to make it right. Held on to what once gave me flight. Now I'm here on my hands and knees for the wolves to eat. Save me. I'm on my hands and knees wide awake with nothing to take. Wash over blue skies. I don't want to die, at least not yet. I want the birds to sing to me. I want to hear them say "you'll smile again one day", and I'm still searching.
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