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I hear screams in the night, and I wake up –

It wasn’t a dream, so I crawl

To the light strip that comes from the kitchen;

I’m afraid, but I have to go on.

I don’t want to see but I am staring,

And it is hurting my soul like a knife,

Piercing through me, and I am forever

Feeling nothing, forever, I’m gone.

If it weren’t a sin, would I stand up?

And raise my hand higher than sun

To bruise you, and cut you, and make you

Feel the guilt for the things that you’ve done.

I am broken, but I am burning,

I will find an alternative way.

It is not my burden to carry,

Time is ruthless, you’ll feel it one day.