Once you were a root, quietly entangled amidst the solidness of soil. you were quietly caught there.
I've heard a story about how you were pulled up from the ground, someone took the time to wipe off your bruised face, everyone stopped to stare.
But honestly, no one really cared.
And its ingrained in all of us. the legalistic fate that was softly spoken into our lives. don't you ever feel guilty? you do when it's all over. the panic has fled the scene. as have you.
Everyone is trying to be where I am, but I don't even know where I am.
Are we so lost?
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