wooled-eyed

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Writing the same words
For years
Making them into
An entirely different language
A code for only myself
Hiding a world
Nobody will ever see
Finding multitudes in the patterns
Losing sight of
How insane I must look
Knowing it is all real
Unable to relinquish
The feeling that holes must be
Filled
The universe sending me as
A karmic force
To hold my ground
Continuing on with every protest
Shouting the same words
In a conversation defined by
Repetition
With the intention
Somebody out there
Might finally hear me

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