i am not blind
and
i am not a saint
sinking through the darkness
i never complained
weighted at the ankles
thrown into the sea
watching the waves form
waiting for the beat
i have not bottomed
these rope-burns are strained
climbing through the darkness
i never complained
lungs yearning for freedom
find them a plea
hold onto the bombshell
waiting for the beat
fast-forward to a girl nobody knows
sitting still in a world that never slows
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