my cage is nothing substantial
fear itself is all that holds me in
the unknown eats away my confidence
each step of mine is delicate
broken shells of what could have been
lost because my feet didn't tread on lighter shores
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we live alone in our brains
PuisiDo we grow up and find ourselves? Meaning that we only claim what has already been discovered? Or, do we get to create ourselves? Here is a collection of a lonely person's thoughts that explore these questions.
