My Corner


Pressed into dreams with no end,
No beginning, just existing
Continuously
What to be when existence
Ceases to circle
Hearts shatter throughout time
But not recorded
Feelings frozen into shards
Broken pieces of the human
Being human
Shadows are granted mobility
But not growth
Reality fades and darkens
Too, no contrast

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