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Floating Through

I float through like I’m Casper.

I woke up alone again

trying to pretend

I’m doing better

but the pain don’t lie.

All of these words

to hide how I’m feeling.

Sunday morning,

time passing,

as I wonder if things will

always be this way.

I drift into the silence

uncertain of which direction

I’m heading.

Sometimes I have so much hope

but now all I have are doubts

about everything.


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