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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

It's one of those nights

I can't breathe in freely; its one of those nights
Memories keep coming in like flashing of lights
No one to talk to me and no one who will care
Is anyone out there is anyone there

Why don't you understand it the feeling of alone
Alone on the holidays and no one will phone
Everyone is preaching to me: how easy it is
All of those memories no longer exist

So I sit in my blanket I'm unable to breathe
My spirit is wavering and seeking reprieve
I beginning to wonder if I will ever heal
I keep on hoping for something that's real.

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