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Courtney Roy Aug 2015
I wish I could observe life..
Less awkwardly.

I wish I could exist..
Without being remembered as anything.

Existence.. what is it?
Living at
The same pace,
Of dying?

I'd like to coincide with it
To love and to hate it..
But not to touch it.

Never to bother or to be bothered with it.

You see, I wish to be left alone.
Without ever having to be left alone.

I'm afraid of touching it,
In case I make it worse

But I miss it soo bad. I can't stay away.

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