but a distance
a safe place
but so lonely
a paradox
yet a solution
keeping things
holding them back
my hands are open
my wrists are stiff
my fingers are cold
but that's what gloves are for
until I broaden my reach
I will always push away
standing one way for so long
then turning another way only for a moment
I start to realize why I stood like that, forever
no one knows, not even me
I'm always bad with seeing things
I still need a new prescription...
only God knows, that's good for me
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