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Existence is Futile
Breathe
Yet I'm not alive
Oxygen enters bloodstream
But it's all routine
Going through the motions
Distractions
Serve to pacify
Imaginery progress
Flawed as the day I was born
Fake it 'til you make it
Yet I'm not alive
Oxygen enters bloodstream
But it's all routine
Going through the motions
Distractions
Serve to pacify
Imaginery progress
Flawed as the day I was born
Fake it 'til you make it
Published 26th Jun 2017
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26th Jun 2017 5:59am
I hear you Zach fake it till you make it..
I'm quite flawed too..
excellent write..
love Brenda
I'm quite flawed too..
excellent write..
love Brenda
Anonymous
26th Jun 2017 1:52pm
We are all of us flawed. Still, we do the best we can until we can't anymore. It's good to have a place or person you can drop the mask and just be broken for a while. Hugs for you, Zach
Anonymous
27th Jun 2017 2:41am
Zach this ink pains me to read but I feel it very much so right now and I'm sorry to know another feels the same way. I send hugs to you wishing for us both things turn around...
Xoxo Taryn
Xoxo Taryn
Anonymous
- Edited 28th Jul 2017 7:17am
28th Jul 2017 7:16am
I related to this poem and how you feel. It struck a chord and made me feel something within myself which hurt a little. Good work!
