This actually started as a free write and went a couple different places.

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This yearning is burning the world isn’t learning;
Lights of night, souls sleeping in fight-
Who are we, if not for each other?
Complete in chaos, we battle our brother.
Mother, Father, Son, Daughter; all these words are obituary fodder.
Everyone is dying while
Politicians are lying who
Can we trust anymore?
Channel 4? 5? 6? 7? Be careful because they 8 9-
The world ain’t fine-
Must we die in line? Watch crime, after crime, after crime? When is it time?
End the crime tow the line do you have a dime?
Must I end the rhyme?
Escape from eternity and you are marked with tomorrow someone will follow.
No time left to borrow.
A story ends in sorrow.
I feel hollow.
Swallow, the bitter pill, If I must, trust- we all act in lust: power, passion, perfection.
I have to end this section-  sink to bed, bury my head and question the resurrection.

-NC

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Welcome to the empty recesses of my mind! I'm a recent college graduate realizing a Creative Writing degree was a bad idea. Give me a pity like. Or you could check out the about sections (on the front page and about this author page) on my blog to learn a little more about me. Whatever. https://thebohemianrockstarpresents.wordpress.com/

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