Cease to Be
A breathing heart so young and free.
With every pulse is an assault on me.
The strain of struggling through twisted strings as I try to flee.
A broken box with a damaged key.
An unsettled mind that can't sleep lately.
So sleepless yet so sedately.
Even in my own mind I can not please.
So I call out in order to moderately ease.
But you're a sailing cloud on the seas
And I'm a dream that cease to be.
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