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Under My Spell

If we reap what we sew, then I'll sew my eyes shut
Now it's getting hard to breath with my throat under your foot
Hollow tears are not the cure, I'm bleeding through and broken
Going under I'll drown myself in words already spoken
Life sounds like broken melodies on a single lost piano
I'll wash away the dreams I have and slip into the shadow
Bulletproof to happiness, my curse follows me forever
Endless days keep dragging on as long as I remember
Lying in my bed, all I am is freezing cold
I was asked to leave, so I'll move along,
but it's not as easy as I am told
I have tried to kill the pain, but all I find is more
Inner-demons beat me down to nothing, and I'm left helpless on the floor
Paralyzed and struck by this there is nothing I can do
But maybe one day you will remember me...because I remember you
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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Nathan Sackey would easily be described as your average twenty-something year old who wears his heart on his sleeve. He was born October 25th, 1985 in Flint Michigan. Nathan enjoys writing, singing, creating music, and spending time with family and friends. The best way to describe Nathans writing would be that Nathan doesn't have a lot to say, but he has a lot to tell. Sharing personal experiences through writing is a doorway to anything from recovery from a broken heart, to emotions so wonderful words don't do them justice. The biggest thing for Nathan is the chance to share his work. If Nathan can connect with someone through his work, that really touches the heart. That is something more amazing than any material item you could receive. That's why we write...Isn't it? more…

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