It starts with my gut
And then it rises up
It gets to my head
So I sleep in a strange bed
The voices go dim
Chances of recovery seem slim
It’s drowned with a pill
Pain I can’t kill
I wish I had dreamt
It creeps up when I least expect.

©TCOS

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  1. to hold on,
    or to let go,
    and the thousand stars at once,
    that gather,
    with every wish that hopes to fall,
    as a dream come true,
    is the sky red, or is every shade of blue,
    and so there a million heart beats,
    through life have Found You..

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