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S. Santorus

S. Santorus

At the End

Of the Day.
I want to feel
alive.
Whole.
I want to know
stability,
happiness.
 
Of the Year.
I want
to look back,
and see,
that I existed,
that I meant
something.
Anything.
 
Of my Life.
I want to
Know I leave
something
in peoples’
hearts
in peoples’
minds.
I want my pain
to have had
reason.

(2014)

#Life

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