On The Edge
Dead-end connection, I'm in tears.
You cut the cord, now all I hear is static
From the muffled friends we've known.
It is late. I am home.
They're all calling to speak of your fate.
I'm enraged, cuffed to hate.
Shackled to a fact I cannot face.
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