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I wake long before the moon retreats,

Toss and turn at the thought of it all,

Lie awake till it feels somewhat complete.

To escape this, I run a mile in search of a friendly smile…

Engulfed in the black, I search for a hand.

Terrified, I plead for you to stay a while.


Why take offense to who you are,

A blackened past staining a fresh new start…

A mind no longer in control after a well planned coup d’etat


“…It is the words left unsaid that leave a heart feeling constraint. Why should we take offense to who we are…”