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Yellow Chrysanthemum
1 day ago
I don’t even contemplate things I know nothing of…
Perhaps because I know nothing at all
I sit in my own space
no one comes,
no one is allowed to enter.
I fell into my own headspace
while dreaming of outer space.
I loathe the outside,
yet yearn for its embrace.
I pray, but no longer believe.
I am found, but no longer exist…
so…
what am I to do with myself?
