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I don't feel like writing, my heart is brittled by the overuse of salt that my minds produced

Sickened by the flight of my spirit that seemed to have left me

I now sit in solitude and sadness

Where darkness dances around any light that's left

I feel guilty, and it hurts so bad

Don't know what for

Kinda makes me mad

So many emotions dwelling inside

Wish I could go invisible 

And hide

I'm so alone, in every conceivable way

I'm the sheep in the flock that always seems to stray

I'm not asking the important questions, it seems I avoid them 

I stick to the shallow end, where I continue to swim

In circles

I need a miracle