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    Here I lay, shreds of me cast on the floor
    For the whole world to see.
    Pretty numb, Feeling cold
    Cuz’ I don’t know the person that I’ve become.

    So who is this stranger,
    That knocks on my heart?
    Relentlessly, every day and every night,
    To find out who I was

    Who is this stranger, that I call myself?
    I’m losing feelings that I felt before
    I’m filing through everything I hold inside,
    Searching for one last beam of light

    Here I am,
    Broken hearted on my bedroom floor.
    Running down my soul’s hallways
    Trying to open the doors

    All these memories and reveries,
    Of what I used to be
    To find myself I’ll have to find the key,
    To my heart…

    I feel like running
    Back to yesterday,
    To remember who I was
    Just for one day.

    There’s a memory inside of me
    It’s in the breeze, teasing me
    Taunting me with a longing recollection
    I’ve become my own obsession

    I’ve misplaced my heart along with my soul
    Somebody please tell me where I’m meant to go

    Here I am, broken hearted on my bedroom floor.
    Running down my soul’s hallways trying to open doors.
    Memories, reveries, of what I used to be…
    To find myself I’ll have to find the key

    And here I lay, a shred of me
    I feel like pure chaos in the highest degree
    Feelings gone, there’s not much left
    Just a song and emptiness, and maybe one last breathe

    Here I am,
    Broken hearted on my bedroom floor.
    Running down my soul’s hallways
    Trying to open the doors

    Memories, reveries,
    Of someone I used to call ‘me’
    I’ll have to find the key,
    Of who I used to be,

    Please unlock me

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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