There is no going home, no finding your own way.
You cannot be saved.
Torn in two no longer a whole, nothing is fun.
Laying low, trying to let go.
Thoughts going in but not coming out.
Desperately seeking an escape route, hold on to your sanity.
Every night you hold onto that hope, breaking your heart.
Don't lose that sense of direction
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This is beautiful
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