Weakness strengthens my bones,
As cowardice prickles my skin.
You used to be what I called home
The patience I had ran thin
You were what I thought about
Cut short from my nightly dreams
Hope taints reality like a cloud
Nothing is what it seems.
Judgement overrules judgement.
Thoughts swim with eerie voices
My emotions show only a fragment
My words are senseless noises
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