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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 22, 2018

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I had the depths pulled from me.

There's no more reaching in or out.

Even if I wanted to want It would roll off like a cold sweat.

But I would rather not think about it

Anymore.

I could probably grow more by standing still

But moving forward creates the illusion

Of a warmth I've lost long ago.

I live in the moment

Because I may choose the next to be my last.

Would you believe me if I told you

There's no more reaching in or out, that

I could probably grow more by standing still

But I would rather not think about it

Anymore.


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