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A cry in the dark is all you can hear When you are talking yourself into something That doesn’t calculate in your plane of existence How has this confusion engulfed your every thought Turning your ever flowing string of lost dreams Into a solid swamp of clay Everything has appeared inverted Since you gave into your confusion Your words crawl out as lies Your eyes spill tears of deception Your cold shoulder has faltered Under its need for a distant new embrace False it may be I did not confuse you I did not invert you I did not divert your thoughts Into the blender of your now twisted perception You have lost control, cant you see it You want what you cannot have You can’t have what you want for someone else I can’t stop you All I can do is build myself up as a brick wall And sustain the verbal explosions You heave at my cornerstone You may return soon but will I still be there A strong wall, or a pile of crushed stone If I am a pile of rubble what then will you do Will you build me back up, or will you fall Fall into useless self pity If you build me back up will you return to the blender Will you attempt to destroy me Or will I turn and allow the self destruction Of all that I see in you wreak its havoc Until you are nothing more than A hollow heart and an empty soul, torn Can I close my eyes and see you fall in the same moment Can I walk away as I soften your landing Can I expel everything about you from me And live as though we never shared a heart Never shared a time Never shared a life never

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