The letters, I don't write anymore
Your sweaters still cover my floor
And lately, I've been outside your door
No sleeping, no sight for the sore
Surround me in a room with no door
Seat me nailed to the floor
It's bedtime, and my empathy is poor
I'm swimming, I've lost sight of the shore
My heart hurts and I can't love anyone.
It's empty, and heavy, and I can't love anyone.
I will swim back to shore.
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