Given then taken
Fixed then broken
Close then far
Seeing what I will do when left alone.
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Drive in me
Rolling eyes
Shaking head
Disappointed as my eyes don’t discern anything.
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Waiting for
Any guidance
Radio static
Quite embarrassed exposed in this silent storm.
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Will I throw my hands up and quit
Go back to ignore signs I’ve seen
Making out with misery under a blanket of scorpions
Die in vain.
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Training camp
Killing me
Old things
Dying away I almost hate my tears.
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Showing me
Outside as nothing
About to lose
Everything
To find I only need one name
To find resurrection after dying in these flames
The old man in me dead making room for change.
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I should be happy
Full of joy
All I have to do is die
Get over myself
Crucify
Anything left of Edmond to really survive.
Emotion Dough 
What are you thinking about after reading this?