I would never sleep at night
and face the uncertainty of dread
that lurks in my skull, dripping off
this dying mentality
I would never remember a time
when it didn't used to be so dark
and nothing was possible yet, yet
so was everything
I would never repeat the same nuances
that cannot be helped to be stolen
from another hour or world
siphoning from my own rusted, trapped entrails
If I didn't know you are waiting... who are you?
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