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These tears are running down my face,
Pain is stabbing at my heart,
I desperately want out of this place,
This place where I have no start.
I'm scared to death and lonely too,
I need to feel you near me,
I'm desperately searching for you,
To show you love you cannot see.
Why am I in this place,
Where I cannot feel your gaze,
The dawn of the morrow I can't face,
My hands to the heavens I won't raise.
Why do you let me here to bleed,
In this place of inhumane pain,
This world of cruel human greed,
Where love is all that was sane.
Pain is stabbing at my heart,
I desperately want out of this place,
This place where I have no start.
I'm scared to death and lonely too,
I need to feel you near me,
I'm desperately searching for you,
To show you love you cannot see.
Why am I in this place,
Where I cannot feel your gaze,
The dawn of the morrow I can't face,
My hands to the heavens I won't raise.
Why do you let me here to bleed,
In this place of inhumane pain,
This world of cruel human greed,
Where love is all that was sane.
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Just a random piece I wrote.. writers block won't let me write very well right now.
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According to Joy Preble (author of the Dreaming Anastasia trilogy), the cure for writer's block is simply butt-in-chair. Granted, I know that people who aren't full time writers don't always have time for that, but I just thought I'd share. 
