I sit at the keyboard like a piano ready to play
I want to flow the emotions from my head
A zombie like array of thoughts
All I'm given takes form as dark memory
Battered to bleeding
I hide behind false truth
Sifting to see some light
Only scars in my wall show
Conflicted as I am
I made the holes myself
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