Sep 2019
When I stop thinking
I am drawn to a sadness
Unknown to me.
Unbeknownst to me
Is the woe
That plagues my soul
To infinity.
I've not lost yet,
Her, the game of Life, none of it.
I may have lost my friend,
And I may be changing,
But i know I'll be proud and
Happier to be me.
I know she will be too
I am drawn to a sadness
Unknown to me.
Unbeknownst to me
Is the woe
That plagues my soul
To infinity.
I've not lost yet,
Her, the game of Life, none of it.
I may have lost my friend,
And I may be changing,
But i know I'll be proud and
Happier to be me.
I know she will be too
A tapestry, unbroken, shall be woven from the threads of those who've left, and sewn together with the needles of those who stayed
(20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin)
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