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I turned this in as a poem for school, but it's more ramblings in my head than anything, Over the course of 20 minutes.
When all is lost and there is no where to turn, or anyone to turn to. Here you sit thinking of the past, numb in the present, and dreading the future. Will there be a future, what will that future entail? What do you do when there is nothing else to do? What do you say when all is better left unsaid? Do you hope, or do you fear? Do you push away, or do you let in? When things are tough, do you try, or do you give up? Your past full of desperation and despair is it truly past or perhaps present? Are you cured, or just incurable? Is it in your head, or is it real? You long for answers, but are they good enough questions? Are the questions even questions at all? When you're hopeless and needing to go on, can you? Do you continue onward, or just give up? Is it worth continuing onward, maybe giving up is the answer. Why give up if you have gone on so long? Life is like a book it draws you in and when it does you can't get out. You push through, you go on, you reach the top, and always seem to fall short. You're steady, and then unexpectedly spiral out. You hit your peak, and continue to need. Will you always need? You're empty, and the void is endless. Will the void ever be filled? Will you ever truly be alright?
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Sep 01, 2015, 12:05 AM
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