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I wrote a poem.
Idk, I can't write songs, I can't sing and I can't play music and I can't make art, so this is the only way I can think of that might be an avenue of expression. Been writing for a while.
You'll never see my real personal shit, lately, there’s been a lot. But here's a little thing I guess.
I feel like a renegade walking a tight rope
caught between where I belong and what I am to be
this is it, what I’ve clawed so hard for
Do you hear me Hummann? Do you see me, administrator?
Look how high I am right now, soaring through the whisps of nimbus ghosts
I’ve lived and died so many lives now, and I’m caught up in fear with how many I might have taken
That’s not the terror to ponder here, there’s blue halos around auburn angels and I can’t help but stare
I’m so fixed on them that I begin to fall
Faster than I ever have before
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your heat shields are offline, you can’t come down so fast
You’ll just burn up
and slip away