Torn Torn between thoughts
famished in doubt
I hold in my hand
my soul bleading out
\Torn in confusion
famished in pain I look around
as my life feels so plain
\Torn between worlds
famished in guilt
I hold in my hand
your soul to rebuild
\Torn between lives
famished in sleeplessness
I hold in my hand
my soul for which to rebuild
\Torn between love
famished from thought
we hold in our hands
each others hearts.
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