These eyes go blind 1000 times,
yet I still try to see.
These hands will mend your wounds again,
but never set you free.
You are the rope around my neck,
you are the voice inside my head,
you are the sound that plays instead,
so in denial.
I write these words to all my friends
and all past lovers in my bed,
in hopes that I can make amends
and show you that I still care.
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