I was.
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up.
Forgetting the difference.
Between fear and family.
But bye the grace of circles,
I have been re new ed.

Like a new shoot of straw
that straggled behind the beast
And preserved itself among the season.

I glimmer in the grey,
I was born within the dew.
I listen to y oar boats of silence
Braking up the day.

Bye the grace of circles.
I am pan o ramic.
Now I have a compass
which points in true direction

A place where I am lead.
Bye a breath.
A new home re m e mbered
Piece by Peace
I am man u factured

Today,
I am sad. Unbelievably sad. The kind of sad that you fear you will never overcome. As if this feeling can and will consume you forever. Slowly but surely.
I believe that this sadness is a monster, the one you believe is under your bed, the one you're too afraid to check for in fear of being face to face with a yellow-eyed, gnarling beast, in fear of being face to face with your death.
today i am sad // a.s

To find the truth
Is a little messy
What I fear the most
Is I'm exactly that guy
Who passes the buck