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It’s funny how days
Are not days anymore
But tired hopeless hours
Piled on each other
Faces, are not faces anymore
But expressions of the same
Thought unsaid.
Eyes wander through and to
Colours of humans and one blue
Hands of the dead undead
Deep in my chest
Burst through, branching
Towards the ultimate good.
I have exhausted myself
I don’t feel myself
In this jungle
Of multi-faceted friends
I still, try and try
Because I believe
All actions come back to me
A truth, a lie.
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~insight07
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Loved this. Quiet desperation is what I felt. Nice work.
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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You are welcome. 😊
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Poignant, but beautifully penned.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Welcome. 🙂
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They say the truth is nothing but a pretty lie anyway. Beautifully written lovely.
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Thank you, Willy! 🙂
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Welcome lovely!
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