Maybe Me
My advancement secedes without persuasion to the immobility that defines me.
The reality of the remembered yet embellished ecstacy stings.
Tumultous waves beg me to return to the tumultous storm of welcomed self pity and dignified focus.
Defeated but still victorious battles boast the outcome that is myself.
But the frontier questions my self proclaimed passion and the wounds that have yet to heal.
My dusk mirrors my dawn.
The reality of the remembered yet embellished ecstacy stings.
Tumultous waves beg me to return to the tumultous storm of welcomed self pity and dignified focus.
Defeated but still victorious battles boast the outcome that is myself.
But the frontier questions my self proclaimed passion and the wounds that have yet to heal.
My dusk mirrors my dawn.
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