
pss. Everyone's got a secret that I don't know about
They keep shouting my name
They keep on talking to me
But I don't have any verification if their talking is legitimate
Who knows, maybe I'm just a paper thin wall
A void that needs to be filled up
A lamp, with no light bulb
I cannot wave my arms like the ocean
Or push myself hard to achieve
I can tell if I am needed or not
If I need to give more room
Yet no answers.
So I sit.
Or I cling.
If I sit, I will die
Alone
Yet if I cling
I will have the nourishment of the world crumble into dust just before my hands put it in my mouth in order to let it satisfy
So, sit. And let things set in
Or continue to let things crumble...
hmm...
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