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I've been thinking of days, how I'd walk without a fear without a flinch. Like a child drawn, I've spent my days inching with a crutch, like I would write on the walls, or even spitting indoors. Let me leave the days behind. I've been thinking, "I was young, I was hopeless, and I've seen such wondering shadows lost in a daydream." I've been thinking, "I grew strong, I grew able, but I only grew tired of the momentum." I've found home in a cure. All my fears in a collective, collecting water in buckets to keep calm rushing sleep-spindles. Laying grey, then black and white to only light a grasping whisper. Inviting such defenseless. To clutch my will in your capsule. I can breathe, but I can't even move. Weightless, I see what I've done, who I am, and what is yet to come. Back and forth I've found my cure crutch too wayward to stand. You gave me your best, but I've given just an onus. Is this a test or is this hereafter? Am I failing? Are we trying? Is this it? Can I mend it? Bending to fit the shape your cast, I've turned too formless. Guide me through a night of tender morals. I want to be made up of phratries. Am I failing? Are we trying? All I have. Can I mend it? Just wake me up so I can collect sleeping perspectives changing as a collective.
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