Ghosted
tears and anxiety replace the dopamine rush
I cry in silence and my fingers twitch to text "Why"?
But instead, I will cry these tears and dry these tears
and smile tomorrow because this too shall pass.
The Blind
why do we give too much credence to men the starters of wars the killers of truth the greedy, lustful and covetous we spend our years hoping in the fallible making the fallen our heroes, they too are lost... and afraid of the death that stares at them are afraid of the age that charges at their reflection daily live in fear of the darkness that pursues them in the dark of the night we are all fallen and in darkness and we grope like the blind for answers Fate has scattered on the floor we are all blind lost and fallen and not one soul has the answers we all seek
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