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i found your name in my sleep
  what i didnt find was a peace
for you haunt my waning nights
you played my fragile fight
 
  what more can i be left to etch?
what more passion is there left to catch?

     can i divorce my self from this pain
or will it lay haunting till the end of days?

  i cannot hope to be released from anxiety
so at least grant me light hearted insanity
   that way i can write without the lame
  musings of self depravity that comes in waves
 
-i am losing and winning from what?