my truth sits inside your arms
curled up on your chest
in the early hours of a cold morning.
my truth hears things loud and clear
when I've given up
on being so deceiving.
alarm clock rings loudly in my ears
a sound I'll never hear again
I opened up this void inside my soul
pretending I am living
pretending I am real
in the early hours of a cold morning
curled up and lost inside what I wish was true.
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