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motions
I lay there, blinded to the sunlight outsideMy eyes are open, but I see nothing at all
My mind, a million miles from where I am
I surrender, into the black pit I fall
Going through the motions, one step at a time
To the outside world I continue to thrive
But if they could see what’s inside
And see the daily struggle, just to survive
All these dead ends, these twists and turns
And no one understands
I feel my whole life dissolving
All I need is a helping hand
I want to ask for help, but can’t find the words
They form in my head, but won’t come out
It’s like a nightmare that never ends
As the pictures in my brain spin about
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