My nights, overshadowed by thoughts as sleep eludes my precious eyes. Temperature rising beyond normal like life on the desert even in the coldness of the night. Failures of yesterday brings tears to my weakened eyes. Uncertainties of tomorrow weakens my bones to the core. Feeling my heart beat like the sound of a gong gong bringing news to a. Digging through the depth of my heart. Putting on my nikes to go jogging through the corridors of my mind just to find me.

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But I wanna fly above these chains. Originally posted on The Treasure Trove. Well! June 25, 2015.

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Asymp; Leave a comment. The count down has begun. That horrific clock has started to sound that tock. The ether is gaining substance. Reality mocks my weakening efforts. Insensitive to my desperate nudges. And we mark another eon of your absence.

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They said never give all the heart, for love. But how could I not when tis a gift given to us from above. They said loving you was against the law. Yet pushing boundaries has always been my greatest flaw. I paid the price and committed treason. For love I flushed out neurons of reason. Not lost on me the magnitude of my sin. I convinced myself that to lose was to win. I underrated love and call.

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