Listen to me when I speak,
My words are few but run so deep,
I grasp at the inept,
Looking for something to find,
I lost my grip to life and happiness,
I'm searching for reasons as to why im so blind,
I can no longer see what makes me real,
I only view where I could be,
and to hell with where I stand,
I want to be somewhere better,
This pictured beauty won't allow me free,
I'd love to be on my own someday,
Able to refuse this sight,
As of now I still stand weakly,
Unable to holdfast to my ever drowning might.

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