I feel so alone
my own world
my own time.
As if nothing really matters,
and everything is fine.
But the little world I've created
is unstable at best.
I am tired of running,
but know no other quest.
I am trying to live,
to feel my emotions.
To let them ebb and flow,
like the worlds oceans.
the good and the bad,
without going mad.
To let myself feel,
to let me be me and be totally real.
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