Being Privy To Truth
Heart pangs
Beats skip
As breaths become irregular
Calm resends to foreboding fear
While emotions are sorted and maintained deep within the core
Will all this continue?
Will ways merge and move in time?
Or, will they continue on the bipolar orgy of confusion, lies, and regret?
With fears increasing
While ways become more severed than the ones before.
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