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The longer I sit in the in between,
The further away the truth lives.
Avoidance became the easy way out,
Making the in between safe
Making the in between warm
Making the in between lifeless.
Watching the wilt from afar,
Though it was right inside me.
Viewing the world through a window,
Though I weave through the streets.
The hiatus must be broken,
In order for the world to return green.
Not with envy but with growth.
A regeneration.
If turning a new leaf
Equals staring at a blank page,
May the pen feel lighter
And the tunnel of the in-between brighter.
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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