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a friend

i lost a friend today, a symbolic gesture but painful all the same. the shit show continues and seems to have no end, a fact that i'm sure isd more evident to others than to me.

the questiuon now is what to do, how to make it right, to find the path that seemed so bright

is the way through rhymes so trite?

stupid thoughts fill my mind about where and when and why
about feeling alone and misunderstood

how clear can i be? but i'm blind to what others see

i know that it's long past time to be free to move on and up and succeed but this sense of duty won't leave me alone

i've stayed again and again till the there was nothing but a shell till something collapsed and rose up to flight

and again drawn back for the umpteenth time because of who i am why can't she understand

i can see the point that's made, there's no room for us in amidst all of this doubt, rambling of promises and cycles unbroken

what was the date that i last acknowledged my inscesant lip service?

there are many levels to the void some are soft asnd sweet and comforting a sirens song for sinking deeper. who knows what waits beneath in the area beyond final breath

it's not time to fold and curl and fall away but how to stand i can not say

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