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Still About
Anticipation burning
Scenarios playing
Every permurtation calculated
Trying to fix something
Before it actually happens
The mountain's made
Scaled time and again
Just to step out the door
World full of weird humans
That stare into eye balls
Talk to myself
As if to get answers
Expecting imaginary friends
To hold my hand
Through the trauma
Just a lone twig
Snapped from the branch
Kicked around, thrown
A little weathered
But still about
Scenarios playing
Every permurtation calculated
Trying to fix something
Before it actually happens
The mountain's made
Scaled time and again
Just to step out the door
World full of weird humans
That stare into eye balls
Talk to myself
As if to get answers
Expecting imaginary friends
To hold my hand
Through the trauma
Just a lone twig
Snapped from the branch
Kicked around, thrown
A little weathered
But still about
Published 8th Jul 2020
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8th Jul 2020 11:31pm
There is such strength in this; determination too. Weather-beaten and experience make the best peeps. You keep on keeping on, you survivor you.
9th Jul 2020 1:19am
Oh my goodness! I feel like this nearly every single time it's time for me to leave the sanctuary of my home. I've never been able to express it. Thank you for this.
11th Jul 2020 3:22pm
