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Don't depend on anyone,
because even if somebody cares a lot,
everybody is busy
trying to save themselves.

You are by yourself,
you need to make your own decisions
and start living your own reality.

People that follow
the dreams of someone else,
are the ones that die each day.
Floating in a sea,
Faces all I see.
A beacon of light ahead,
Warning of dangers unseen.

For me,
My life is the sea,
Wasting away in misery.

Masks never left unguarded.
Their stares never waver
For all they see,
Is the foaming sea.

Darkness lurks below,
The enticing surface.
For waves seem so far away
That all is believed to be free.

Thought to be stable,
No chance of Catastrophe,
When in reality
The sea is a home of swirling prison bars.

To be set free...
So many things
And so little time

Things keep piling up
Higher and higher
One after the other

The year flew past
Way too fast
Now I'm grabbing at everything
To maybe slow it down
But no

Activities back to back
Literally
Day to day
There went one week of supposed
Rest
There went one week of supposed
Preparation


With the recaping and recalling
Just noticing:
The modules still aren't
Done
Adding adding adding on

Help is leaving
In one day
Protection is leaving
For two weeks
Still can't get the questions done
I have yet to clear
This pile

Hello test
Howdy music
Four days more
And the race begins
Through and through
My time is short
Yet I have to compete

Then comes
The End
It's too quick.

Everything's
Too quick

Even after
The End
More is still
To come
One after the other

I need more
Time
And then here I am
Scrabbling in the dark
Wanting to melt
And disappear

And all I want
Is a day
Off
To do absolutely
Nothing
Without having to
Worry about
Anything
At all

Just one day
Though that'd probably be the day I die.
 Sep 2013 Sarah Savannah
Kwaician
Nerves
Confusion
Sweat
Clutter
In the midst of it all I found you

Mistakes
Pause
Discord
Chaos
1..2...breathe in exhale
My mind goes back to you

Who are you
How could you
Who told you
How long will you stay
Consciousness’s disgruntled
Mistress
Who strays away
From the marital bed.
10w
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