~::~ Disbanded Thoughts ~::~

 

For every half, there is a whole.

For every hand, there’s one to hold.

Every heart has a soul

But why has mine gone so cold

 

It numbs my body, it numbs my mind,

It seems a bright orb, it makes me blind

It rubs in raw, yet it’s sometimes kind

I wander for a cure, O where shall I find?

 

Clear as night, dark as day,

Still wanting answers, yet here I lay.

Wanting to break free from this place, I pray

Hiding gazillion feelings within, thoughts affray

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