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The Brink

Life has been good
None would complain

To have it like me
No need to explain

Yet under the surface
There's too much to contain

To struggle with your mind
Is harder then you think

Not knowing what is right
Always on the brink

Having urges to act
But being ever held back

If it happens again
My mind will surely crack

So I guard myself with walls
Walls of hardest steel

How will I act
With this last ordeal

Will the end come
Or will the beginning start

Will my soul die first
Or my heart




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Publicerad 2012-07-06 12:03



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