1 A.M. thoughts Angella Ga I started composing this at 1:19 Hoping to let you know the unseen Those silent cries behind the curtain Low voices and sobs I cannot contain I held my mouth close Tears and sobs, adios I’ve longed to be free from the abyss But here I am, in an encounter again with the ceaseless I am hardly breathing All my life I’ve been merely living When will my death start to knock on me? Tormenting thoughts; when will you set me free?
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