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All A Blur

  • Writer: nsmen
    nsmen
  • Jan 29, 2019
  • 1 min read

Updated: Apr 16, 2020


The blurred lines don't help,

They block my sense of vision.

Not sure I can leave,

Feels like I need permission

From myself.

Because I'm locked in.

Heart is heavy and it's sinking

Like a battleship accepting defeat.

Took so long to build a stronger me,

Yet here I am, almost buried six feet.

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