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-bag of shadows

 
I'm used to foreseeing my death              
in the eyes of the ones I care for most;              
love may as well be strangers I've passed    
uninterested in trying to make eye contact        
since it's never felt like it was intended for me      
why bother putting on a show              
               
most days feel like                
I left my smile in the dark              
it's hard to remember dreams              
without confronting lifeless faces I've chosen              
so I continue to hide from yesterday              
where it feels deceivingly safe              
to sit and feed demons              
from my bag of shadows
 
-ed
Written by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
Published | Edited 2nd May 2022
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