Trailing through an unending path,
I shift between uncertain lanes
Obscure roads beneath my feet
Still grazing for fragments of light
Yearning for truth, I cannot hold
Planning quietly for the inevitable doom
Yet somehow, stubbornly
I thrive within the ache
Confusion clouds my every step,
A weight that clings like shadow
An impeding whisper of weakness…
And still, I rise stronger.
Only to miss you.
Through the time you remain, I wither
and love becomes a contranym for the unfateful
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