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Sep 2016
Always running it seems a race with no finish line, just stop at every checkpoint last minute desperate attempts for what I don't know, maybe just someone to call mine. A brief moment I'm caught in your eyes, you see me, a certain truth in this moment I can't disguise. In the morning it's over your gone it's all but truth only beautiful lies. The circle unending I reach such highs, only vain attempts to comfort the unbearable lows, a constant internal struggle the only resemblance in between that just I feel the blows. I need to fly the way you lift me up just one more time, to feel in bliss things about myself things unseen but oh so real with you when I feel your kiss. Only ever attracting the company I keep not my good friends, just broken demons that fester within me. I look in your eyes but I can't find you, your face always changing, the consistency is just in the end myself I'm left blaming. In a desperate attempt at feeling whole, to feel like I'm breathing, I lose more of myself every time I let you grab hold, for I know now nothing can ever stay if it's made of gold. May I never finish this race, for now in the endpoint, I'm afraid alone I'll only ever find my place. Until then again in the familiarity of strangers I'll weaken as I grasp tighter for my own reality I can't embrace. Right now I'm broken and it seems for some time this won't change hard to feel supported when your shadow doesn't even want to stay.
Jeremy Washko
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Jeremy Washko  Lexington, KY
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