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Falling in the Open


Years have passed, time has flown;

My heart has wandered on its own

Endlessly I sat alone,

Waiting for the day that change would come.

Here I sit, upon my throne

Built inside my failure zone;

I ponder my future, yet unknown

While the world sits spinning on.

When my emotions rise,

and my heart unties,

and no one hears my lonely cries

to the world does my pen write.

 

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