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May 2020
i must stop and think,
have i found love?
my burdening self belonging to a beauty,
and having that in return?
what is love? i do not know
i pursued that path before,
but the ground broke away beneath my clinging feet
perhaps i may try again to decipher the darkness
but who really knows what lies there anyway?
Em
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Em  you tell me.
(you tell me.)   
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