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Marooned
the words don’t flow
as freely as they used to
my muse has left me
i tried to write
about my sorrow
i can’t...
it’s too painful
besides that...
no one knows
what it feels like
to lose everything
to have nothing
He knows...
four years of sleep
deprivation
a year
and a half of isolation
imprisoned by my past
it’s brutal what loss
can do... loss, life
and a man
who can’t love
I relapsed...
i’m exhausted
my body, on the
verge
of giving up
there’s only so
much
a woman can handle...
that’s why i'm taking a break
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=al-b4wx3f54
as freely as they used to
my muse has left me
i tried to write
about my sorrow
i can’t...
it’s too painful
besides that...
no one knows
what it feels like
to lose everything
to have nothing
He knows...
four years of sleep
deprivation
a year
and a half of isolation
imprisoned by my past
it’s brutal what loss
can do... loss, life
and a man
who can’t love
I relapsed...
i’m exhausted
my body, on the
verge
of giving up
there’s only so
much
a woman can handle...
that’s why i'm taking a break
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=al-b4wx3f54
Published 14th Jun 2017
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