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Silver Feb 2019
try to find your way when

the voices are far
and the fog is near.

try not to get lost when

the eyes burn
the tongue dries
the ears fall away and
the heart falls apart.

like two lips that lose their
words and choose to breathe instead,
to pacify the aches in the head.

but most important is what you find beneath the haze.

the art
of the maze.
time is passing slow but the hours go fast
jess Mar 2018
i don't think i've ever been in a place
in myself
where i've felt wanted

i feel kind of dark
my eyes are burning
i'm not sure what to think

sorry i exist
i'll go


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