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Stagnant


 
 
Why can't I exist  without a foggy view?
Opaque people, places, the rest sapphire blue.
 
Can't awaken without getting completely distorted.  
Ever day is different: I keep it the same.
 
My brain and mind seriously contorted.
I truly hate my Fools game.
 
When euphoric I unfurl, climb out of my own underworld.
No longer spineless, cowardly, unable.  
 
I won't leave this abyss. Remain  fetal, stay curled.
Spinning  and whirling  like an antique turntable.
 
 
Written by nmbdedwards (JustcallmeDee)
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