7 × voices

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im falling
im calling
can you hear my voice?
im troubled
and humbled
its all of my control
im begging
im waiting
the ground moves underneath
i lost all my senses its so hard to breathe
i go to sleep with voices in my head
i lay down next to shadows of myself
i carry them on my hands watching the skin breaking
i bleed myself into thinking im worth fixing
i ask heavens for forgiveness as i kneel in front of lord
i haul up with her
she knows all the darkness i keep in my depth

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