I put a spell on you, by Nina Simone
My heart is standing still in the vacuum of my chest.
Cleaning my ears didn't help.
Even the Sun didn't take away the sorrow.
It is about time. It is about a time. It takes place in a time. And has nothing to do with the space.
Tears are withheld somewhere inside. I can feel them wanting to reach my eyes but I stop them just before. I stop them. Pulling myself together and pushing through one more day. I am waiting for a release.
And I lied about the Sun, it does help a bit.
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