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Unreachable
Waiting and still,
I know that theres more.
I do not move, I do not seek it,
What does this make me?
But it does not seem like its mine,
Not mine to want, not mine to touch,
I see it presuming its for somebody else.
What seems like happiness,
Seems like too much.
My time will come,
Will it be the beginning or the end?
Sometimes i’m not sure which i’d prefer.
For why would i desire more time for me to waste?
Looking up, out, in and through,
Everything’s so vast, it makes me want to scream.
And i feel like i should burst inside,
But i never do.
You always have hope when you have less.
