Somedays it takes all my strength just to feel alive,
If I was pulled any thinner, I don't think I'd survive,
I am just the empty hollow in between your dreams,
My head is filled with your words, I'm tearing at the seams,
I lie in my lonely bed, no sleep to rest my soul,
I'm shattered, broken, in pieces; I'll never more be whole.
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