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Homeward

My spirits are crushing - Anxiety, blushing, Giving words to depression's dissertation. And in activity, haunting - The threat is there, taunting, Praying for a moment's isolation. Through the journeys I'm hiding - An escape that I'm striving, Postponing that self aggravation. But with darkness, approaching - Lost minutes to poaching, Coming home, the last destination.

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