Inbetween
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My world is bright, fluorescent colors.
I have life, and memories.
Friends unlike any others.
My heart is grey, not red, not black.
But inbetween, with no insight on how to bring it back.
I've become strong, and powerful.
Pushed away all negativity.
Overcome many internal struggles.
But I'm blinded, still I can not see.
So many paths before me, each with endings I am unsure of.
Some glory, some death, and some riddled with love.
But, why must we only take one?
Why not multiple endings?
My mind and soul are eager.
My life before me, pending.
Life is the biggest anomaly.
Day in and day out, it continues to bewilder me.
Striving for simple.
Simple days, simple conversation, simple destiny.
Just something real.
A path that completes me.
I would continue to be a nomad of life,
Wandering until I find my red beating heart.
And then I met you,
and it's as if the big creator pressed 'start.'
Life has become harder, but better.
Nothing is easy, nothing worth having.
But she holds me
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