I HAVE SO MANY POEMS,
AND EVERY LINE IS LOST SOMEWHERE.
Somewhere where I’ve been spending
a moment of my time.
A time where in its glory,
I could be everything or something.
Where some of these things are meant
to breathe into life, into existence
where it's not just stuck somewhere,
A place where I may not know or might not quite remember
In this endless pursuit of creativity, I forgot where it starts and where it leads
Like some euphoric rush, I forget I even exist
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