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what do you do when you’re caught between your In-betweens?
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A butterfly never witnesses the beauty of its own vibrant wings
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Mansions made of cardboard boxes, we are papier-mache prayers…
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Umbra transfusion, she glimmers brighter than my shadow self.
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Light shimmered on the Things I have shadowed… How can there be suchGlimmering, Glinting off of Hallowed gallows? Heavy hangs the head Whose mind Is light.Do I swallow regret Or Do I follow the trail Of Sorrows?Begging the Creator As if a “Lender” For tomorrow? From whom am I borrowing?
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And that’s okay baby,You’re on your path.You’re not ready to be seenWhile I’m ready to be felt. When riptides collide with undercurrentsThundering like torrential mercenaries…Nothing on you…However, this heart is not availableFor target practice. I’d rather be at peace with myselfVersus at war with the world.Than to be at peace with the worldAnd at war…
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The sea does not apologize for its depth. The mountains do not seek forgiveness for taking up space. And the sun does not ask permission to shine. So, why would I?
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Potential has no expiration date.








