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Wrote during a depressive phase |
| The match is lit The nerve been hit The fire begins to burn From this place I adjourn I sense defeat And into the dark I retreat Trapped in the mind No reason I can find For living For breathing But cling I must To the one that I trust The snap comes And it passes What have I become? A dark shadow of What I once was Only kept afloat from drowning By thoughts of my beloved It clouds my judgment Yet saves me from torment Like a hard shove I move forward by The force of love And wish I, No longer, to die |