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Outlet
I need an outlet to pour out my sorrows,
Waiting helplessly in time for tomorrow,
There is pain in which I dwell,
An empty pit of restlessness,
My own solitary hell.
I’d like to wrap these thoughts away,
Perhaps in a fuzzy and colourful shell,
I’d hate to feel like this another day,
I want all my sorrow to melt away,
To find happiness once more in the well.
Deep down I reach to find it,
Yet it never seems to run dry,
When I look now I find only one answer;
It is known that time will tell.
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