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"not human"

  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • May 4, 2021
  • 1 min read

Sometimes I fall

under the water

and pretend;


pretend that I’m not human

and that the world that surrounds me

with its bright lights and constant buzz

was never mine-


I want to help,

I want to save,

I want them to

be okay;


but how could I save something

that was never mine to begin with,


how could I possible help

when the wall between

is far to heavy

to form a bridge?


Human and demon,

angel or god,

which one is really

the power we seek?


 
 
 

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