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Where will I find hope

In acceptance or defeat

What lingering wounds

Misshape my identity

Towards newfound oldness

Deep pockets of fragility

Finality in the changes

What’s past is done

No reliving will happen

But within my mind

The hapless mind

Constantly conjuring

Addicted to fantasy

To escape this reality

This skull I’m trapped in

A vast cranial cage

For my polarized thoughts

Flowing energetically

Charging my narrative

Storing my judgments

Saving them for later

What is my capacity

Ask me again sometime


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