The pain of not knowing
is killing me from the inside out.
My head is the thing that stops me
from making a mistake that I can't undo.
Watching them walk
alone in the sea
of people.
While I'm drowning.
Never reaching the surface.
The urge to break through
my cage is unbearable.
Losing all hope.
The fire wells up inside me.
Destroying everything in it's path.
Nothing will survive.
Accept my pain of not knowing.
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