Roots

I hate this feeling

Deep inside my chest

When the heart rises

And the heart falls,

Reaching with each pulse

Back to yesterday

I hate this feeling

When you are coming

All the way back to life

After being something broken

No one wants to talk about

I hate this feeling

Deep, deep down

The aching rises

And the aching falls

Back to the rigid, old roots

Of a cruel and endless wanting

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