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Still as the wind with no breeze
I invoke nature to bring me peace
Listening for any proof of existence besides me
Embracing only energy that surrounds me
Night is approaching and I fall to my knees
Crying alone in the only place I’ve ever called home
Emerging from the body I no longer own
About the Creator
Chrystal Holdren
I have always been “messed up” or “crazy”, “psycho” or “nuts” in the eyes of others. I finally realized maybe it’s just easier for those eyes to see me that way instead of trying to understand the pain I’ve been through in my life.
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