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Streaks of sun through my window,
I feel it shining out of my every pore, My eyes, my smile, My feet floating over the floor. I feel it here, resting In the middle of my stomach, Filling the void Filling my life. And one day I wake up, And it is gone, and I am alone And empty as the blue sky I once coveted so very much. And when it is gone, You are left so cold And so deep down that Nothing and no-one can dig you out. Now I put my hands to my middle And feel the wound bleed From my body and my eyes It stains the air and everything I breathe. And when it is all bled away from me, I sink away from you all, silent and distant, Waiting for my sunny day, And my blue skies. And so I lie, And I watch And I bleed Waiting for my life to start again. Pain free.
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