Listen as the rain falls
\npitter, patter in my mind
\nWhy can’t I see the wind
\nas it cleanses the pain from my inexperienced lips?
\nMy heart searches an empty, lucid hole in my body
\ntrying to fill this void
\nforcing its way through colors
\nfrom white to black
\nfrom white to white
\nfrom something to nothing
\nfrom nothing to nothing
\nthis is the end, or is it just the beginning?
\nWatch as my fragile hands
\ntry to grasp onto some kind of hope
\nslipping through my brittle fingers, escaping
\nIt’s no use – I give up
\nI can’t bear to see the sun go down again
\non another day that never started<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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