Miracle Care

Sat, 11/27/2021 - 15:13 -- Cryewaa

As the silence keeps growing.
The performance keeps going.

I cannot deal with myself, I'm not steel.
I got the feeling within itself, I'm not real.

I frown upon my choices, and drown in their voices.

I wish to be above the earth.
I'm not worthy of love.

There ain't no miracle care for me.
I need to bear the obstacle.

The angst ridden life isn't enjoyable.
The smitten knife is unavoidable.

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Me
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