Sometimes when its quiet
I lose myself in thought
But when life becomes a riot
My brain begins to rot

Seeing you sink
Sink in the pools of my mind
Some how our souls must link
Strange is how, even I find

Reliving and living again
Story's of pain and regret
Last seen happy faces I don't know when
Voices yelling all but one threat

Stopped breathing now weeping
Sheltered no longer
So blessed nearly leaping
All But getting Stronger

 
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