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Why does all of this already feel like a memory from once upon a time?
Why does it suddenly feel like a dream i just woke up from?
Why do I feel like I'm about to explode with emotions but feel empty at the same time?
Why do i feel like I've been fighting for a lost cause but still wants to go on?
There are hundreds of questions swimming in my mind still yet to be drowned with answers I cannot find.
I am constantly at war with my subconscious but I know what the casualties are going to be
and I find it hard to know that the time I dreaded most
is coming at me like a huge wave,
and here I am
just another broken shell on the shore.
Whether the waters of the ocean will take me
or a wandering soul that might think I'm pretty will pick me,
I shall accept either way
for what is meant to be, will be.
For I am just another broken shell on the shore,
a tiny speck along the seaside
to be trodden over,
washed away,
or never even looked upon.
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Part of the Poetry Wars collection
Updated on July 08, 2017
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