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[itsinurpalm]

i have a deep void in my diaphragm,

and no matter where i run towards,

i'm going in circles.

i feel alone despite the cheering crowds.

i'm trying to figure out what it really is,

and whether alcohol can fill it up like cement?

we are all men now,

though why is it i don't know where i'm going,

and i sigh into and out of my bed each time i collapse on my bed.

a journey through my mind's netting,

ripping each cob web from end to end.

i guess it's not what i've done wrong,

but what i haven't.

when have i stood up against the world,

against my norms,

against the things i don't stand for,

and tossed the lies out the hotel window?

it's about time i let my heart speak and my feet walk.