Words for C

The days
They're slowly killing me
with their passing;
Each a day claimed his
and,
a day i failed
to summon my confession

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It's knowing I have
to do this
or i could never
call myself a man.
it's the confusion
of knowing, just knowing,
but knowing,
you can't just know.
it's screaming with
wild, feral rage
because if I can't tell you
I'll make sure as hell
the night knows.
It's running through my mind
the situation, a thousand times
in the same day
when nothing,
not a single thing
has changed
It's having searched
these feelings so many
times that
I've gone numb

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I wait,
with the silent resolve
of a man whose
only hope comes
from times drift.
A bit of determination
in one hand.
A bit of destiny
the other.
I wait.

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These days,
I await their passing.
Each a day closer
to testing myself.

and knowing...