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an isolated plane of existence
I walk these barren corridors,
alone,
in a place I should know
I'm on isolated plane of existence
I don't know where I am,
I don't know where I'm going
I'm living in the moment,
An empty moment,
Catching glimpses of things to come
I smile and watch
as people rip me to bits
Let them have there fun
at the cost of what is me
Their fun is worth anything I could give
I'm sinking under
but that's okay,
Limbo's where I'm at
and it looks like I'm here to stay.
[A relatively old poem that recently resurfaced]
alone,
in a place I should know
I'm on isolated plane of existence
I don't know where I am,
I don't know where I'm going
I'm living in the moment,
An empty moment,
Catching glimpses of things to come
I smile and watch
as people rip me to bits
Let them have there fun
at the cost of what is me
Their fun is worth anything I could give
I'm sinking under
but that's okay,
Limbo's where I'm at
and it looks like I'm here to stay.
[A relatively old poem that recently resurfaced]
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