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I wanted to go,
but the hole was more inviting...
finally gave up to the
imagination fighting...

resisting existing...
no energy for fixing...

the need
to tuck away -
a not have to face
anything day...

fade to black...
no reason to fight back.

Chains

It's quite quiet
in here -
I can hear it
quite clear...

all the thoughts
that make me think.

It's quite chilly
in here -
holding what
I hold dear...

as I find myself
still standing on the brink.

If I could just
make it come true -
all of the things
I long to do...

I might finally
find that happy missing link.