Possibilities - by Noctuary
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What would happen if I stopped running?
Would I sink into myself?
If I brushed away the fear and looked inside my ones
Would I see the scars of pain...of hate…of loss?
Would I find god in my teeth
crunching at the back of my mouth
Grinding into my brain?
Would my blood carry the scent
Of my guilt
Would my skin tingle with new found truths?
Would I singe and burn and grow
Into the universe?
What would happen if I stood still?
