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I can't do it


So stressed and open
So tender yet broken
My head trembles for freedom
But it seems to be held to nothing
that is open
I know not where to go
For I know not what i think
I am soon to explode
with pressure
I think
I know not why I hurt
I know not why God loves
I know nothing I speak
I know nothing of love...
I am soon to die
For I run from all debt
Soon without shelter
And soon, I feel regret
I hope to accomplish
What others have put aside
But all this is impossible
For I think I may die
So now,
Off I go, here comes the end
Either with life or death
Shall I make a permanent friend







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