A head so full yet with no answers, I wade through it all, every moment built up like the tower of babel scraping the sky, yet even with the stars in arms reach I dare not grab them, in their light I am shown a reflection, a body, with hole where a face should be, a vessel for hopes and dreams, yet no one to face it. I am but an empty shell drifting on the wind searching for a want to call my own, with each new path stretching out before me I’m now more lost than ever. M 22
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