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Lost Souls

Aren’t we all just looking for someone we can bare our soul to
with the hope that they won’t just slam the gate in our face
out of fear,
or out of spite?

Aren’t we all just trying to find that one sparkle in the night sky
That speaks to us and us alone,
which makes us feel, even if just for a moment fleeting —
that things aren’t as fucked as they seem?

Aren’t we all just drowning in life and all it has to offer,
while searching in vain for the tree limb,
rock face,
or cliffs edge that will wrap around us,
putting a pause, however temporary,
to our eventual demise?

So if we’re all doing this same.
Fucking.
Thing.
Then why the hell cant the world be a little more kind to all these
terribly terribly lost souls?