continuing the conversation i had with myself last night, i realized how this would be the first time i feel uneasy over the idea of entering a new year. Although it doesn't feel as a "new" year but simply as the natural unwrapping of time.
I am afraid of the known unknown.
I let it faze me
forcing me
(eventually)
to trap my senses
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Poetryincoherent, inconsistent ramblings about a person trying to reach a consensus with itself
