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Faces familiar and features unknown, Recognition waxes and wanes as time grows old. And animal desolate in its own herd A mouth that loses coordination in forming words. Silence all that is exhaled, when inside it's unbearably loud, Only mutterings of kindness, when the heart is full but shame is proud. Eyes wander out of curiosity but are fated to look away, From a doll waiting to break-there's nothing here, no reason to stay. Once calm could come from the sunshine and the brush of fingertips from a breeze; Now, after waiting, when the world breathes alive again, it's hard to find the peace Inside, look inside, they say, and one day it will come The strength to live and move on through days, to defeat the desire to run. Is this a puzzle to be assembled, are all the pieces there? Something's missing, there's a hole, so quite frankly it's hard to care. Dreams and persistent thoughts seek out a fulfillment, Unless it must now be improvised, a sort of internal commitment. Each day is about patching the cracks and stopping the leaks before a noticeable spill, Worries trip over each other in an indefinite race, chasing away the chance to be still. Changes sow their seeds in and around everyone, pushing to adaptation, Still familiarity is a weakness longed for when steeped in devastation. Integrate the ways to mend into the ways to grow, To scrape away all that hurts and allow an open heart to show.