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reaching out to be saved
darkness thrills my presence
so perfectly hidden in it
trust has no shape
love is no form of existance
its appearance is unknown
depending on what my heart knows
where my mind calculates
from sights seen
to figure what love really means
for me to intake how its suppose to happen
what suppose to be said
staying hidden just  to observe
soon loosing interest in whats right or wrong about anything
wants and desires bring ends or beginnings
theres no place to start for me
pull me to the light
give an example
right now its seems well kept
and its me who can't have it
hold it to the underground
don't make a sound
don't even be visible
my minds detached from
every possibility of wanting to feel
just going to wait
til it's clear