I have never felt so found and so lost at the same time.
I'm quite nearly fractured, pushed beyond my means,
Without having lost touch with what is important...
Just what I felt meant the most.
I find intrigue, no, passion in the sad and mysterious.
Accepting things as they come has never been a forte.
I am growing into my skin, hanging on by my teeth.
I thought I had a better grasp on this.
The longer I live, the less and less I understand.
I'm incapable of letting things go without a fight.
It's not over until I say so, not until then...
And I haven't spoken yet.















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