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Nothing Here

There's nothing here,
To make me feel I want to stay.
I never hear,
A word that stops a need to stray.
And this is it.
I'm handcuffed with a whore called home.
I'll wait for it,
The time when I can escape alone.

I'm fighting here,
An argument I know is wrong.
For all I fear,
My time to fear will not be long.
If this is it,
All we know about our campaign,
I'll fall away,
Because living is making me insane.

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