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Aug 2017
on hands and knees
     as i fight my way back
     to you
in a web of memories
dragging myself through
the dead and debry
mummified thoughts
and emotions;
now stagnant,
yet petrifying none-the-less.
i'm not sure how much
more of this i can endure
with each passing day
i lose a little bit more of
     my strength and stamina;
     faith, courage

Why am I doing this to myself? There's a fine line between idealism and fantasy. If only the former weren't so exhausting.
Nicole Alyssia
Written by
Nicole Alyssia  Greenwich, CT
(Greenwich, CT)   
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