Pain doesn’t tell you,
When you ought to stop.
Pain is the little voice in your head,
Holding you back,
It don want you to change,
I’m a mess and still broken,
I’m finding my way back,
It feels like someone just took all the light that I had,
I don’t have much,
I still have me,
Everything around me is shuttered,
All my life disappeared,
Crayon’s Broken
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