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+Edell
+2020-04-28
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+***
+
+take this to heart, my inner soul:
+there will never exist a singular thing
+that will make you feel whole
+
+it's tempting, I know, to kneel
+at the altar of a Spectacle and let them
+dictate the emotions you must feel,
+
+the clothes, the countenance, the color schemes,
+while you wonder why you only
+feel free in your dreams
+
+and it might be a cop-out to
+proclaim that lasting meaning can
+only be found within *you*,
+
+but you know it to be true.
+
+so while you slave away
+in vain hopes that others will
+recognize your pain,
+
+remember the burn
+of the midnight hands' call
+and in your chest let it churn
+
+and one day you'll see
+that their wants are less than your needs
+and you'll find the courage to leave
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander