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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Cultural · #1722292
A short poem.
Into the nothingness that hides our innermost thoughts, our innermost fears.

I’ll imagine a way out of here, I’ll seek my answers our of what’s crystal clear.

I’ll run away today. Run away, and ask myself if it’s too late to pray.

I’ll wish upon a thousand moons and wonder if it’s ever too soon?Too Soon?

Too soon to let them know, let myself utter the words I always say
And ask myself if I was always the fool? Pushing myself beyond the cool.

So, I’ll stare. And Stare.

Maybe if it works, maybe if I close. My. Eyes.

I’ll wake and just not care.

Stare and stare, untill the guilt is                                                                                                                              .                                                      Just not there.

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