Raw
Cold reigns with no thaw
Wounds ache in the raw
The breath that I need
Comes thin as a reed
No sound comes out
While my insides shout
Left alone too long
Now weak once strong
Pushed into the air
Care falls to despair
Thoughts too hard to think
A cup I can't drink
Where are you I cried
I'm too empty inside
This doubt is too full
Fear begins its dark pull
This need I can't fill
The empty's too real
Bring shade til I'm done
With these trips 'round the sun
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