avoiding the real problem

I keep flipping the pages

Sometimes barely comprehending

The words that I’m writing

I just go through the motions

Without much emotion

I keep moving my pen

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Not sure where I am

And not sure where I’ve been

Am I reaping what I’ve sown?

Am I merely skin and bone?

Do I still have a soul?

If I do, why isn’t it full?

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I keep clicking the shutter

Sometimes barely understanding

The reason I’m capturing

I just keep freezing the motion

Mirroring emotion

I keep twisting my lens

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I let you get so close

(Too close for comfort)

Now I want to let you go

Before you use my woes

To get the upper hand in an argument

All the highs and lows

I should hit airplane mode

But I can’t let you go