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save me

tell a story

am I a trouble maker on my own
dying slowly waiting for someone to rescue me
do I deserve love or repent to wrap its weary arms around
the smiles of a stranger
the warm words of a lover
or the hole I keep digging
made for one

because who’s gonna come along to save me in the end



If I can walk, I’m only half breathing

If I can shout, I’m only half crying

If I can, then I’m only half dying

he who does not know how to feel whole

can only feel in halves

measure feelings in halves

never feel whole heartedly, truly

he who feels in halves is always half smiling and half wondering…

that’s how it should be