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Death Bed Confessions
I miss all the summer rains
And who I was before
The girl who read books
That let her fly and soar

The girl who hid in closets
For five more minutes alone
And now i fight to be heard
Even over the phone

At least I knew who I was
But now I'm, frankly, lost
I wanna know my purpose
I don't care the cost

I need some sleep, some rest
Eyes are dry from never blinking
Maybe I'll turn my mind off
I'm so tired of thinking
© Alexis Barton