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Everyday it's hard to decide,

Is she wrong or is she right.

Should I run or should I hide,

Should I love or should I fight.

Darker than the darkest nights,

Brighter than the brightest lights.

Without her it's hard to survive,

Show me the way , it's hard to find.
the sun
during winter
your smile
like a whisper

different things
in my life
stop the tears
from time
to time
 Apr 2021 Steven Forrester
cal
waking up in the middle of the night
struggling to breathe
searching for anything my eyes can find
noticing all the little statics of reality
this is a losing fight
and no one can save me
here, there is no individuality
sleeping is micro dosing death
and when i realized that
eternal slumber didn't worry me as much
if i wrote my future
all would be changed
from the way i was raised
to the thoughts in my brain
if i wrote my future
no love would be lost
so i’d stand right beside you
no matter the cost
if i wrote my future
i’d bring nothing but peace
and save you from sorrow
and the darkness that creeps
if i wrote my future
you’d still be here
but you wrote my future
and i did nothing
but stare
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