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May 2015
Every single day I wait,
For nothing; In my mind.
A numb feeling is set in place,
Unremovable, and too deep to find.
I let the shadows swallow me,
So alone is all I know,
My hidden face from the world,
Too selfless to let it show.
But through the muted darkness,
I see him fall and fold,
Just beyond my touch,
Beyond me to be so bold.
Instead I let him go,
Hoping I did what was right.
He was my fulfilling purpose,
My  only living life.
I skipped a page in a missing book,
and filled myself with a lie,
I told them that I didn’t care,
I turned away and never said goodbye.
Every single day I wait,
For nothing; In my mind.
Everyday I look at myself and ask;
What have I left behind?

*Everything.
An old poem from January 16th, 2014.
For an old friend, Ahkira

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