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poetry/w/warning.txt

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+warning
+2019-01-21
+
+***
+
+I stand at the edge of the void and I scream
+"isn't there any hope left for me?"
+no response, just as I expected
+just a drop in the sea and my own damn reflection
+
+something in the water starts to swirl
+the boat rocks- and I think I might hurl
+
+all the words I spat up as a babe three years hence
+before I decided to look over the fence
+
+and as I turn my head to the sky, what should I see
+but my muses, heads and bodies numbering three
+
+"we knew what would happen.
+why didn't you listen?
+you could have avoided
+your own perdition.
+
+now get up and start taking life into your own hands.
+for too long, you've cast your gaze at unattainable lands.
+your name's not Lucine- or Seliph, or Chiki.
+what you are comes from inside of you, not from a screen.
+
+remember, you don't have to ask permission to *be*.
+to breathe, to move, to choose what you believe.
+your name is your own, regardless of those you call 'friends'.
+damn their approval! it won't matter in the end.
+those who matter will know when to clap,
+and the rest will all blow away in the never-ceasing wind like chaff.
+
+we know you're penning these words to convince yourself.
+so as long as you have the reins and your brain's on the shelf:
+
+you exist, no matter what other people say.
+you make a mark on the world in your own special way.
+maybe it's hidden, maybe it's obscure-
+but unless you live as yourself, you'll never know for sure."
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander