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Whenever I'm alone, these thoughts creep in. They find life like the beginning of a calm river. Until it cascades into the deep pools of my consciousness. Down to the depths of my repetitive processes. I'm becoming self-aware again. Detaching from all distractions I've put in place. I see it like an oncoming train. But … Continue reading Lower

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Tell me which side you're on, I'm on. Did I cross the line, hiding underground? I kept your photograph next to my chest. To let you know that I was still breathing. So tell me what you know about leaving, leaving. Did you leave pieces of you behind without me? I'm feeling used but I … Continue reading Meaning