disillusion
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I clenched my hands so very tightly my nails left their sharp mark on my pale winter sickened palms as I remembered
Illuminated by the
infinite sublimity
Of the seemingly
half-real form
of this man’s body
weighing her down,
She sinks beneath
His solid shadow,
In a world where we work until we die
what’s in store for you and i?
only the rich, smart, and strong will survive
what does it mean to be alive?
to go down swinging
to run the street singing
growing up.
what does that even mean anymore
it doesn’t just mean learning
it means learning to doubt yourself
everything you thought you knew
you felt for sure you would never do
People walk to work like they are alonethe youth shrug their shoulders, take a drag, and it passessleep in a city of millions, never knowing anyone.outside, every thing you hear you have already heard,
