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Sep 2019
Its like watching the world burn,
Watching people tear each other apart
While I’m floating in the sky,
Choking on the smoke and ash,
Desperately searching for an extinguisher
Only to find that we’ve burnt those too.

There’s no saving us, yet we press on
For that tiny glimmer of hope within us all,
Or is it denial or greed?

We live for superficial success
As the fire consumes us all.
Being infp is like...
Gavin Barnard
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Gavin Barnard  22/M/Michigan
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