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Oblivion

The agonizing sense of unknowing what's next

Like the turn of a page offers

Papercuts

Or a new story

Between unfamiliar twisting grounds

And fearful anticipation

The conscious mind becomes

Riddled with floating question marks

Migrated from the unexplored

Feelings impossible to defeat

Pondering thoughts will continue to infiltrate diaries

Of minds guarded by even the toughest of locks

Just throw away the key

Unbroken lines continue to march

Undefeated, into unknown trenches

Brace yourself

For a sudden invasion is inevitable





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