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Messy

I do not want to exist
In this messy world
Of things.

Layers and whisps
Of lies and emotion
Used and useless

Strown along
Flicked into tree branches
Stomped on sidewalks

I come I pick it up
It tangles in my hair
Tears collect

Our world is created
With words, promises,
Emotions, and impulses

When we are strong
Our creation reflects
Happiness

I want to go where
No one has ever been
To be free from

Scattered energy

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