Clinging on by my grasp is to weak

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I'm trying.

laying in bed at night crying

no matter how hard I try I feel like I'm dying

Diving turned to drowning.

my swollen heart still pounding

and all I am is frowning

I feel so exposed.

the path to my heart is closed

I can no longer remain composed

I feel like garbage.

discarded, retarted, broken hearted

Do they worry do they fret, I doubt it.

though I do miss you so

wish I could let it go

As I stare out at the snow

My eyes they glow

with the light of the broken window

But my heart beats on..

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