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Covered by a veil of the smoke I've exhaled, the mystery is strong and it will never take long, to see what is distorted and see what is true, to have a belief that others just don't have a clue.
Striding with pain across infinite paths, if this was a race I would surely come last. Patiently waiting for a moment to strike, or lying alone and being un-liked.
No choice in the matter will be presented to me, but if that is the outcome how hard must it be. Getting over the bridge that separates you from yourself. But its a crossing that resembles a fragile ice shelf.
Tiring of being the one who I'm not, tired of questions that hit the pain spot. Leave me alone in my personal dimension, it's hard to understand but I just dare not mention. How hard it has been getting to where I am now. I've a long way to go, but I just will not bow. Down to something that I just don't agree. If I did that the way out would be way to easy. It wouldn't bring satisfaction or pleasure to me. So until the time I do it I guess it's just me.
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If that is you, it is beautiful!! I really like this.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "