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Sep 2017
I've turned my attention
I'm left outside
Searching for freedom, swimming against the tide
Averse to the veil of a ghost that covers my face
Afloat with reckless persistence
Swamped by defect, devouring the taste
Scattered pieces of esteem enlighten my way
Outside
It's shiney and new
Inside, I'm fading away for you

Alter your perception
I'm on the outside
This external pretense has just died
concealed to my core
My ego is torn, my eyes are sore
I vacate this circle
My vessel is in a chasm

Fill the void, we're fleeting fast.
Call my name.
I'm home at last.
Stíofáinín
Written by
Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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     ---, David Noonan and Pagan Paul
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