Sanctuary [Poetry]

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It's been a desperate life.
Void unfilled.
Void desperately trying to be filled with yet another voidness.

It's been a desperate life.
Hungry to exist.
Yet.
Afraid to take a step.

It's been a desperate life.
Breathing.
Yet.
Hating the exact reason why.

It's been a desperate life—yet, the life we see isn't the meaning we've been trying to find.

Desperation.
Hatred.
Worthlessness.
Void.

In the end, it's all but a dot.

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23Oct2019.