I left the house
And started the next chapter.
Flew with the feeling,
Somewhere between bliss
And how to redact her.
From the page,
Ever present,
But hidden from past.
Surrounded by circumstance,
I was high flying.
Smothered with love
But gaurded by guilt.
I am standing in the middle of being
Wholey content
And completely at odds with the life that I've built
Two sides:
An everest climb,
A never ending tussel with the mind.
I've wasted two sides,
An everest climb,
A never ending tussel with the mind
I've wasted words on such things before.
Ooooooh!
Ooooooh!
This is some kind of life though.

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