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My seasons seem to come only as they're passing me by
'Bye' is all I know in the glow of sorrows that surround me like waves of the tide
Lit by the moonlight mockingly because I cannot see any shore to promise salvation
Nor do I see any vessels to bear my hence
Instead I fall victim to this whirlpool form the choices of times that I had to choose.
Victim. A term so vindictive I did not read as a part of my vocabulary.
Naive it was of me. That I just could not be the one needing someone to save me.
But when I stare into the eyes of my reflection I only see a projection of false beliefs.
Living in such a lie that if I were any further from the truth, my being would cease to exist.

This mess that I'm in.This clutter of emotions unexplored.Acknowledged and still ignored.
Engorged in a fantasy that all is well,no one knows that my every waking moment is another day for hell to promise me a release.
Each show of my teeth in a smile is only a temporary fix with laughter, I'm life's bitch and it slapped me back into reality.
Dependent on the little highs I am given but only in secrecy because dreams are illegal .
I've been arrested and I've been sentenced to walk a path that only goes far enough for me to see what I could have and how far it is from my reach.
That for me is a penalty worth than pain of death,if it it has t to end it's painless,but to be so close knowing that I am unable to grab on,that's just torture.