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I was 5
insecure
living
not sure
dad was
war torn
bomber
reborn
in flak
no way back.
PTSD
what it be
a misery
die me free
if only
it'd be.
The minute hand crawls to 10
wonders what might have been
permission given to finally sleep
pray to god my soul to keep.
The petting
the kissing
the getting
just missing

That night we came together
into the sacred secret Eden
my Adam your Eve forever
forbidden fruit not eaten.
A lone tree stands
Its colour fades,
Leaves muted
By the grey

Dense fog
Blinds the copse
Their shadows
Slip away

By Darren Wall ©
Out of  unexpected chaos
Blooms the most beautiful occurrences.
#random #short
"This isn't a book, Liana"
"Things are as they seem"
"This isn't science fiction"
"This isn't a dream"
My friend tells me
Blames it on how many books I read

"Prove it"
I say

She can't...
Let me talk about how we could all be in a sophisticated virtual reality machine please!

(This note was written by a trash can that no one thought to look in. They thought it was just full of trash. It was filled with answers to big questions, and a whole lot of cash.)
please i need an out

                                         i need out please
    
                    i need out
  

                                                               ­        i need

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its getting worse
Feeling
was far worse
when
it was all locked up.
In life
I think
one should
be
proud to
feel
an awful lot.
Originally a blackout poem.
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