Deadline
How much longer
Will I have to fight myself
Over what to do
When the deadline
Is dying closer
To abort what's not even formed?
- I'm being pulled
Towards regret
Again-
Will I ever learn? !
But what is there to learn
If I don't really know
How to?
How do I face it
When I don't know
Where its face is?
Or where my face is?
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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