A slight look over my shoulder and I see these insistent gazes toward me.
These questions that resonate, eternalized in my convulsion of thoughts, I'm unsure of what is true.
I musn't stand wavered, relinquished to these pertuberance.
Of what can I hold on to but these lil bits of myself.
A slight gesture of comfort to deceive a lil smile.
An uncertain loss for what might have been there.
I wish I had the answer, but uncertain of what the question holds and the circumstance I so vaguely comprehend, I can only long for what I will.
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