
I sit here and
ponder on things
that may never hold
true.
I pull the strands
of my heart to
keep alive what little
imagination it still owns.
I accept this solitude
because what it means
to be a man is to take and
hold back what is real and
sacrifice it to the stars.
ponder on things
that may never hold
true.
I pull the strands
of my heart to
keep alive what little
imagination it still owns.
I accept this solitude
because what it means
to be a man is to take and
hold back what is real and
sacrifice it to the stars.

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