What quiet is this
That whispers to my soul?
It reaches to heal my wounds
But my longings strive to keep them concealed
How dark is the sky
That brings this emptiness to my thoughts
This void still lingers
Like sleeplessness on a stormy night
This love continues to haunt my memory
I run from the waters that promise to restore my soul
For if I were to drink
I would surely drown
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