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What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Grow

Sewing With Nancie


(White/Armstrong) Another night alone on a dark road somewhere far away from my home. The summer's on my mind, so far behind. Face in a sink reflects these caffienated insides. It's life scenarios you think of while you're alone, and on my own. Like if my parents paid for everything I own I could be somewhere in a classroom taking notes of things that I already know (or think I do). What doesn't kill you makes you grow. This nine to five turns into twenty-four hours. It seems that escape from this cold, dark prison is a dream. My priorities are forgotten, stuck in a cycle on your knees. I deliver in spite to my friends and my enemies. Some days I stay and lie awake in bed just to breathe my quickened heartbeat. I hear noises overhead, but this face isn't strong enough to sleep. I have a dream that I can sleep on my own. These days my pale reflection can't pretend that this is all I have to offer. I hear noises overhead but this throat isn't strong enough to scream, or so it seems. Now I scream on my own. This cup off coffee burning my insides, and sip after sip I grow and come to realize that this is moving on.