Soft-spoken words come into my heart
Becoming inexplicably unnecessary to the outside world
I live here.
I am the emotional equivalent of a bumble bee
Always buzzing around looking for the next best thing
My world has become limited by my resources
I struggle to see tomorrow
For today is clouded with memories of yesterday
I can't wait to see a glorious day that may never come
If I don't see today.
I am struggling with myself
The days of yesterday feel calmer than today
And the days of tomorrow are nothing more than dark versions of today
How do I live this way?
This is not me
Soon not to be
Who am I really?
Is my question to be answered?
How do I find her?
Where is she in me?
How can she be free?
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