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What consumes me Wishing tomorrow never comes, all I’m made of is lashes and thumbs. Constructed of anger and bits of rage. I feel all these words but I have nothing left to say. Please come and save me Anyone will do, I just need someone to love me Someone to help me make it through. When will it be over When can I call it quits The day I wont have to try so hard And all my puzzle pieces fit Is this feeling normal, do others feel it to I wish for it to be over, this feeling of being blue. I’m sick of crying all the time, until it burns to close my eyes The feeling of sadness, repetition of despair I cannot breath, I