that captivates, yet pains me. its hands stretch out
as if to comfort, but reaching towards it now i feel
no air
left in
my lungs.
left in
my lungs.
why has my heart begun to fold
into
a new and
crude routine?
i'm lost in the midst of this blinding upheavala new and
crude routine?
that leads, yet undermines me. its words come out
as if to help, but listening closely now i know
the truth
does not
deceive.
does not
deceive.
my dark heart soon will see and go
into
a new and
truer light.
a new and
truer light.
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