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Posted to Poetry

In a silent reverie,
I believe
I can see
What made me
Fill with apathy.

Will I leave,
Can I redeem,
This last piece of me?

I've felt so lost,
Without a cause.
It's kinda sad to see,
The picture this draws of me.


this was actually a song bit i wrote while drunk (and how melodramatic can a person get when that happens). anyhoo, lemme know what ya think