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Poetry

These are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.

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by thisisme314

by thisisme314

What's the point of living
To hear everyday
You're just like everyone else
Is that really okay?

One breath, two breath,
Maybe one more
It shouldn't make a difference
As I go to lock the door.

I've never told a lie
Not one to sake my life
But today I'll ignore the fact
And maybe try to fly.

I'm not afraid of heights,
Nor have I ever been.
I'm afraid of what comes next
After the ground is finally met.

Maybe I'll learn to fly
Before my fate is complete
Or maybe I'll close my eyes
And allow death to take me.
AGD