Shattered, broken, the night drawing out
In bits scattered, darkness crawling in
A cloud of smoke
Another night
Another day
Another hour
Where to go
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This one almost sounds like you've lost hope...and I'm hoping that is not the case! (don't know you from Adam...just hate to see people suffer!) Remember that often, that trap which we feel ourselves caught in...is actually self imposed... the mind can do wonders, when we free it from chains... Hugs, Dee