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Prose of Thought

A Time to Reflect

Broken Hearted

A look inside I ask who am I?
The reflection on the mass is so blinding
I want to see, open my eyes, clearing the clouds by letting the teardrops fall
Harsh realities soon calm the realms of the unknown
I can see now more clearly the pain from beneath, I cry
Holding on to the sorrows there a part of me and a longing to be free
Speak to whom? I can't even hear them
Whispering to the winds for guidance into the night and again in the day
Lead me through the darkness, shield me from the rain
I ask that you let me hurt I need to feel the pain
How blue the sky so beautiful the world around...

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