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I used to find my way through the cracks
finding the path that fit just right and being able to say
"I made it".
As I sift through the emails of "thank you, but sorry"
I find myself looking a slab of life with no cracks to slip through.
There is no tunnel to find a light in
just nothingness.
Do I retrace my steps to find a new exit?
Or to I lay down in hopes the next life will be kinder than the last?
I wish this life was the kind one
not the perpetual quicksand I keep getting stuck in.
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Angel Adagio
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