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It is something we all do

Its an effort to escape from Escaping

Allowing the final dash to stay just out of reach

By no fault of our own or by too much self questioning

What good does it do to skip the feeling in the lesson?

We restrict ourselves if we limit our journey to simple admonishing summaries

Everything is artistry

Its all worth feeling without obscuring it all with hate and anger and alienation

We have a duty to ourselves to feel all these moments before they’re gone

A cloying nostalgic sentimental adornment

A mystical future we refuse to see as anything but what we want now

I’ll keep looking for the answers and

Asking just as many questions

Its not end all be all

I extend a hand

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