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[atelltaleheartx]

Poured myself out:
                           I am the empty cup
My hope has died away
                                                      And my tolerance faded.

How can I keep Stability
On such shaky ground?
                                                                           Prayers that a smile will flag me down.

Sadly I've learned there's no truth in comfort;
                                          Well-being stems not from love.
         Anguish proves to be my only means of solace,
                                                                   Yet I want to be held by anyone,
With any arms

I spend another morn alone
In a world that rejects me.
                                                                              A public unkind, laced with apathy.
                                   This one's for the world: I hate you.

Life could get no colder;
                                                                                I'm living out a dying cell,
                                                                                                                  But I can pull through.