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Date Written: September 5, 2017

3am deep at thought.

A purpose still being sought.

On the tip of the mind.

Like a sharp knives edge.

Deadly thoughts that linger by.

Making me wonder why I'm here.

Fearing the presence of those I hold dear.

For the disappointment on their faces. 

If they knew my minds places 

Like a frowned dancer. 

Trying to make her way through. 

Or a gentle flower.

Drowned by the morning dew. 

Being loved in a social gathering. 

But fearing what society is asking. 

Holding back a beast in thee. 

That just wants to break free.

It makes its holder freeze. 

Oblivious to the slightest breeze. 

A mind uncomfortable to bare. 

Anxieties deadly lair. 

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A purpose still being sought 
by Sean Ellis
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