Exist

So many in draft,

covering up so much,

offering a free space

where none exists.

 

The hurt is clear,

the way forward not,

bringing tons to surface,

where nobody should exist.

 

So much ‘I don’t know’,

ripping out a heart,

in this free world,

where love should exist.

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