I say I grow without greed,
But my wants, desires, and needs,
Blur in the obscurity of my own mind.
My heart isn’t filled with hate,
It doesn’t wish to be late,
To the race that is my blossoming maturity.
All will wither, all will die—
And so will I,
But my thoughts will keep racing,
Pacing,
Across a room that doesn't exist,
Searching for an...
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