I'm choking on this acrid smell
comfortable here in my private hell
this pain that keeps me duty bound
is playing music ~ makes no sound
The constant whispers that I hear
clone my life with troubled fear
I ask for nothing ~ so get naught
I see the truth ...pain can't be bought

I'm happy now, I realise
not every person gets a prize
not every soul has chance to weep
not every dreamer needs to sleep
not every rainbow has an end
and only broken things can mend!

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