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Lost

The feeling as the world turns beneath my feet

The rise and set of the sun

Lifetimes seem to pass in the blink of an eye

My soul is tired

My heart is worn

Observing from the shadows

Celebrating the happiness of others

I long for normalcy

I covet a constant

But I am lost

For I cannot fathom where my path leads

I am alone

Time has convinced me that my love comes with a curse

...phantom pains from scars that have long since healed...

The fear keeping me from jumping again

Am I destined to a life in pergatory trapped in a prison of my own creation?

🌷(1)

2018

◄ Returned

Shadow Person ►

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