-So where are you
the tides are slowly shifting
the grains of sand, filling
the crevices between the cracks
every break you can’t turn back
and where am I
scattered pieces and I’m searching
ruptured dreams
so that I’m scratching
at a door that will not open
and time is wearing thin
my soul, it’s growing weary
my eyelids fall
don’t want to let the light in
can’t face another morning
don’t want to wake my body
troubling my soul
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