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Marooned

the words don�t flow � � � � � �
as freely as they used to � � � � � �
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my muse has left me � � � � � �
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i tried to write � � � � � �
about my sorrow � � � � � �
i can�t... � � � � � �
it�s too painful � � � � � �
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besides that... � � � � � �
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no one knows � � � � � �
what it feels like � � � � � �
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to lose everything � � � � � �
to have nothing � � � � � �
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he knows... � � � � � �
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four years of sleep � � � � � �
deprivation � � � � � �
a year � � � � � �
and a half of isolation � � � � � �
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imprisoned by my past � � � � � �
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it�s brutal what loss � � � � � �
can do... loss, life � � � � � �
and a man � � � � � �
who can�t love � � � � � �
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i relapsed... � � � � � �
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i�m exhausted � � � � � �
my body, on the � � � � � �
verge � � � � � �
of giving up � � � � � �
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there�s only so � � � � � �
much � � � � � �
a woman can handle... � � � � � �
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that�s why i'm taking a break