Tense moments conceived within
The miserable confines of ill-content
Desperately do I yearn for release
From this life that binds me.
And even the moving euphoria
Seems reduced in the face of such longing
The means seem pathetic
As I shed these silent tears.
Don’t just hold me
Take me away from all of the denial
Wounded hearts and diluted smiles
That shade such balmy days.
There has to be other paths
There has to be a new day!
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