Dry cry.
My heart cries.
Where are the tears?
None come from inside.

Do I have a heart?
Am I lying?
Am I really dying...
With so many grasps at the odds?

Unbreak these walls.
Unclimb these steps.
I'm losing myself again.
In the midst of darkness,
I tell myself to get out of this mess.

Dry cry.
My heart cries.
Where are the tears?
None come from inside.

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I feel nothing...
I even lost my voice to write...
I know am dying again...