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Trance
Thinking, thinking, thinking.
Sinking, sinking, sinking.
Is this where it ends for me, in this light?
I tried to be okay. I thought I'd be alright.
I don't know what's happening. Nobody would listen.
And now alone I'm stranded...so I rebuild from there.
Sinking, sinking, sinking.
Is this where it ends for me, in this light?
I tried to be okay. I thought I'd be alright.
I don't know what's happening. Nobody would listen.
And now alone I'm stranded...so I rebuild from there.
Published 29th Mar 2013
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29th Mar 2013 9:47am
I like the repetition at the start,
I thought it worked very well.
The hope and determination at the
end of the poem worked well also.
Very well written.
I thought it worked very well.
The hope and determination at the
end of the poem worked well also.
Very well written.
