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+To Luce
+2020-04-03
+
+***
+
+barrelling headfirst into a storm yet unknown
+where surely the seeds of my fate will be sown,
+I stand at my window and I watch and I wait
+and think of those who would dare defy fate.
+
+why should I accept my own alienation?
+it's not as if there was ever any "nation"
+that would welcome me in with cries of godsends
+while speeding along nature's chrome-plated end.
+
+am I to accept this life of duality, severed in two
+while denying a part of me- was *you?*
+
+stumbling out of the ward, covered in stitches
+where once Father speared me and spilled all of my wishes
+onto hell's floor
+
+this can't be my future,
+for my heart yearns for more
+
+Luce, I swear to you as you sit up on high,
+I will make it out of this hellhole alive.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander