so much goes unseen . hidden from view by design . right there, in plain sight
all but forgotten . everything still exists . when it’s discarded
while imagining . anything is possible . reality waits
worn out and broken . important warning signals . have been tossed aside
we don’t realize . just how fragile something is . until it’s too late
most of history . is forgotten, even though . much is still the same
trying to fit in . the facade only reveals . that something does not
it isn’t having . too little, it’s not sharing . when we have too much
it might be shocking . to see the actual face . of our inner voice
the calendar page . has turned, bringing with it change . only we can make
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