It is the moon
Or it could be the sun
It could be her eyes
Her lips..
That make me mourn
It could be the world
That doesn't want me to be strong
It could be the race i run
That makes me forget it all
I am tired of them all
Tired of being wrong
Tired of looking in the mirror
And see the cold
Calculated creature i have become
I blame no one
They are what they are
So why did i think
It could work
Make them see the hunger that burns
In my heart, in my words
I realize now it's not their fault
It's mine for not knowing
Where i belong
Now i am reborn
They are inconsequentials
Glitches in random strings of meaningless code
I walk this path alone
For now there is no home
My home is my goal
I was stupid to think
These polluted pools could bring relief
I AM FREE
God I thank you for this
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