Plagued with uncomfortable thoughts picking at my mind like termites eating away at the foundation of a once-solid home. Many times I thought I could go anywhere I wanted with nothing to bring me back to where I started but I've found myself to be wrong more often than not. Once in a blue moon, I can see the sky and clear my head of everything making me ask "why?" but only once in a blue moon. Sometimes in my dreams, I can't lift my arms to shake hands with strangers.
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