Chin fell hard
I was the only one who told
that you had given up early
you chose to fold
Question marks around your neck
eyes to the floor
we had a life planned out
we thought you might want more
Their weaving and knitting
society's quilt
We will give you everything
it may leave you with nothing
your ears deaf to god
your bed calling you, calling you
The hard cold floor is no comfort
but a friend's arm makes it paradise
a beautiful sofa lulls you to sleep
to continue loneliness in nightmares
Not one tear in vain
Love is present
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