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How It Is
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Dark Poetry Held back, is how it feels.
So many tries.
To break from these chains.
Chains that were locked,
and the key thrown away.
Emotionally withdrawn, is how I deal.
Tears are drawn back.
Have no way to express.
Change welcomed with open cuts.
Shallow veins are left within.
Broken skin, is how it peels.
Away from my mind.
Out of space and pace.
Nowhere to run.
Wishing it would last.
Never will, is how it heals.
Caught up here,
or is it there?
I don’t know anymore.
I don’t even care.
Lost and alone, is how I feel.
