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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