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I've never been much in your eyes

your love claims different,

but the barbs are still in my back.

my jaw so sore 

from the times you kicked me 

when I was down.

looking up you seem so ttall

but your light is so small

hope is dying

everyday I feel further away.

Thoughts drift,

that horizon sure looks so good

my souls out there you know 

and I so want to go to it.

It calls so sadly

and I'm tired of Being so alone.

Besides, my heart won't talk to my mind

anymore.