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Somewhere in our life,
We stain the edges of time,
Left, now, in my mind.
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Everyone is searching for their answers. The answers that will justify how they live. How many times must you change to reflect what you are being shown, rather than accept your own face. What is it that scares you about creating your own destiny? Is it deciding on a path or the lingering fear that you don't have one?
By TheLateBloom 3 years ago in Poets
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I love the phases of time (one’s life) reflected in the last line.