I have a major form of writer's block. This was all I could get out.

Help me to fix it
so it lasts forever.
No breaking apart
just falling together

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Keeping in time
just taking it slow
Locking me where
there’s nowhere to go

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But breathing is harsh
and it keeps me awake,
grips onto my soul
for something to take

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Things start to happen;
no one comes home,
leaving me breathless
and crying alone.

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Killing and coughing
and watching you die
I start to laugh louder
enjoying the lies

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Standing there watching
the blood on your face.
You never loved me:
I was your fucking disgrace.