There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back

I have died too many times
believing and waiting, waiting,
in a room
staring and a cracked ceiling
waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound...
going wild inside
while she danced with strangers in nightclubs...
- Charles Bukowski

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