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Exhausting

Exhausting

I hang on the tightrope of sanity with barely any familiarity with the concept. I climb the bell curve towards the average and what’s…
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Time

Time

A poem
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The Meaning Of Life

The Meaning Of Life

Do words have to mean or does meaning hide itself in the silent melody? My heart sings without words and my words mean without meaning to…
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Lost At The Peak

Lost At The Peak

I heard truth in the enraged words, and I bowed to the beauty hidden in the desperate screams. And the guttural singing of a tormented soul…
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The Bleak Is Vast, And The Void Is Just

The Bleak Is Vast, And The Void Is Just

It is bleak out there. It shouldn’t be.
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My Voice

My Voice

My voice is here, somewhere.
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My Spark

My Spark

In the dark forest of life, flames shine bright, and distant beacons cut the night, illuminating crowds and showing the way.
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