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I like to gamble with my life
I take the wrong turns
Risky might be my archetype
No matter how much it burns
I look at the stars for guidance
Till my neck aches and cries
Till I spin and lose my balance
I know it isn't wise
But I want to touch them
Those distant constellations
See from where they stem
Give an answer to my fascinations
Don't tell me not to try
When you've already given up
I know they are high
But I'm still standing up
I know the sky is much too dark
But the fire of my soul will guide me
I am not an early lark
But my motives are purely aleatory
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❁𝗥ê𝘃𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗲❁
PoetryThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
