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You're shifting through several dimensions In behalf of your heart seeking divine attentions Your eyes are open but you remain the dark An ignorant upholder conveys a deficient mark
Paper folds when you bend it a certain way. Its rips with a twitch and crinkles under pressure. Flung away by a gust of air, It f r a g m e n t s by droplets and singes by flames.
A poem written for people who are tired of being labeled.
Why do i write? To write is to let go, to breathe, to feel free. I write to become a new part of myself to see my life from the inside looking in. I write to let out me emotions, i cant scream, i rarely cry unless something breaks my heart.