Same Walls

Sometimes in the quiet of the night,

a moment will sneak into my psyche,

I’ll relive all those silent tears,

the ones that contain all my fears.

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I wonder how many days do go by,

when lost in the memories are me,

contain a relatively boring script,

not everyone cares about each other.

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Instead I find space in the room 

to glance, reimagine, find reason

for everything that is around me.

Silent nights maintain my mystique.

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I’ll walk alone sometimes just curious,

how it is I truly ever made it this far.