A Musa Oblectata: A Woman A Mused

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This time the pain is too great
And all my shame is so heavy a weight
This time hot anger runs in my tears
This time I'm victim of all that I fear

The grey clouds my vision like clouds o'er the sun
This time I need your help more than I need someone

I feel contagious, spreading my dirt
I cannot face this, I've caused so much hurt
I've run and I've hidden and now I can't see
Not what I'm doing, not even me

The grey clouds my vision like scales o'er my eyes
And tears fall from me like rain from the skies





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