they ask.
Are you not worth more?
How long till all resources run dry?
It's all give and not much take.
What am I waiting for?
Am I being unfair?
And the lies. Oh those lies.
All the stories in his head.
All those words better left unsaid.
Ideas that shouldn't be misread,
I'm thinking of my future with dread.
There's a storm out there
There's wind and waves crashing.
I cannot swim, I cannot float, I cannot breathe.
This is a harbour,
This is not my safe harbour.
But it's any port in a storm
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