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need to be alone now as I walk up the steps, make my way through book stacks heading to the back. there, there's a hidden staircase, just barely within view. i travel up quietly, hope returns anew but voices from around the corner tell me I must move on climbing up more flights, becoming more withdrawn silently searching for something not quite so loud. Close my books and pack my bags Shoulders and eyes begin to sag It's 12 o'clock at night as I wander away from the lights. to a place that touches the stars that little space off the charts. where heaven meets earth is where I'm bound but I cannot reach it unless I am Found.
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC
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need to be alone now as I walk up the steps, make my way through book stacks heading to the back. there, there's a hidden staircase, just barely within view. i travel up quietly, hope returns anew but voices from around the corner tell me I must move on climbing up more flights, becoming more withdrawn silently searching for something not quite so loud. Close my books and pack my bags Shoulders and eyes begin to sag It's 12 o'clock at night as I wander away from the lights. to a place that touches the stars that little space off the charts. where heaven meets earth is where I'm bound but I cannot reach it unless I am Found.
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC
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