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I’m floating around
my hell-bent perseverance
the futile attempt of my willpower
grappling the thread of my remaining sliver of spark
pondering life’s melancholy trajectory
of how I seal the door of my soul;
the library of the undisclosed words
of how they never flow like the vigorous sea
of how they stop at my throat and never leave my mouth

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