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Trying, trying...
Fail.
Attemping, attempting...
Succumb.
Ugh.
My brain won't move,
it won't quench my crave.
The crave for my pen to flow,
to let everything spill from my mind...
But it won't.

It seems only tears clear my head now.
But this stunt in my head is causing more.
I never handled pain well,
yet it's rare that I let it show.
So every night,
the tears stain my pillow.
But my heart remains heavy,
and it's growing weak.
But I still keep quiet,
and pray to be saved.

The thought of my old ways
are beginning to cross my mind.
I don't want to slip,
but I crave the release.
It wouldn't take much...
it's easy to hide...
No.
I can't.
But God,
does it sound nice...