Pains.
Panes,
my eyes, the window to my soul.
Drenched.
Rains.
Seek, and ye shall find.
Never your Mind.
It's all been mined.
Raped of independent thought and feeling.
Desperate to escape the lonely line.
Clocks tick by,
calendars fly.
For now, with myself, I must abide.
I read this yesterday but didn't fully understand until today, and it hit me hard. Very well written, and with so much emotion.
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