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Waiting

Fighting for air
But none are here to listen
A room full of flare
Things are aglisten

Tarnishing from the inside
A collection of dust and mold
To take in and abide
And embrace all the old

Reject the gut’s compass
Just try to keep it down
Survive by drinking piss
Never wear a frown

Choking on pride
Not the only plight
Hide, don’t show that you’ve cried
Your eyes will never be dried

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