THE DAY’S AWAKE AT LEAST AN HOUR EVERY NIGHT IT TAKES MY HAND AND TWISTS MY ARM A SIMPLE SOLID TRUTH THAT PAVES ITS WAY TO HARM SENDS THE DAYLIGHT THROUGH MY PALM IT MAY APPEAR TO YOU THAT EVERYTHING IS BROKEN BUT IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN APART AND EACH DISASTROUS RECOLLECTION OF THE PAST SENDS THE DAYLIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART LAST NIGHT WHEN I TRIED TO SLEEP I FELT WITH MY FINGERTIPS… …THE OCEAN IT TAKES SO FUCKING LONG FOR ANYTHING TO HAPPEN I COULD HAVE DIED AND STARTED OVER AGAIN THE CHOKING THROAT SEEMS TO ENJOY THE WAY YOU STRANGLE AS THE COLORS FADE AWAY YOU DON’T APPRECIATE THE THINGS THAT YOU’VE BEEN GIVEN YOU FIND IT HARD TO STAY AWAKE AT LEAST THE NIGHT IS DARK AND SO WE ARE FORGIVEN FOR THE ERRORS THAT WE MAKE LAST NIGHT WHEN I TRIED TO SLEEP I FELT WITH MY FINGERTIPS… …THE OCEAN IT’S NEVER EVEN CLOSE TO WHAT YOU REALLY WANTED.
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