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In another time I am strong.Maybe in some other strain, I am one.Meeting my expectations…with a grain of salt.Passing by time with dull glare,smudged on.Swimming amongst the fieldof madness.Tugging unto every knowledgeI see sparkle.Spacing out my collectionsAiding to form…Creation.
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StifledBy my own thoughts,I am trapped in the essence of new beginnings…Shunned, to the pockets of tumultuous thinking.I want to walk the path of joy once more.To be free, Breathing and dancing in the smoothest uproar.This feels like the furthest i have strayed.Blinded by the games i should have once played.I do feel stuck.Hung up,On
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Precarious, is the word I’m looking for.Describing the world I’ve been breathing for.My atonement, long goneAlong the pieces I once held as mine.My shadows decimating at the rare event of sightTo Behold, a genius birth of mightI am knelt before the alter of past,As I lay the words soon to come, To last.Yes, the winter
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As I lay on my bed In between the shadows of myself To be comfortable is to lean towards my left, the past What i had thought to be my anchor. The right, what i want…what i desire The burning lump for life I feel at the back of my throat, for more. It feels
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My eyes feel heavy, like I’ve been staring at the sun for days without breaks. I have been in my room stuck on my bed, nursing my stomach aches. I can’t see my window, neither can i touch Jupiter or know what turn it takes. I am convinced I am lost in my hobbies, staring
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