Call for help.
Same old thing every night, I go to bed feeling the same way, never unchanged, always this hollow feeling of dry cold air deep in my chest, another day passed with no sort of heart beat, only drowsy nausea.
Oh please I beg, let my ship find shore, let my heart rest somewhere warm, I wish to feel at home again.
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