And so in this eternal struggle
I find moments of peace
To find me staring at the floor
Thinking of what has passed
Scars are there to tell me they were real
But now I can't even tell
Something I just don't feel
Just the wind caressing my skin
Warm under the sun
To fulfill myself
Under the sea to water my heart
Above the grass with my bare feet
Beholding my own hands
Just before hoar again
Around the sun
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