i want to create worlds
with my fingerprints on faded keys
i want to read thoughts
through eyes filled with tears
i want to lift weights
off tired shoulders
i want to chase demons
from silent victims
i want to cook
for those who cannot eat
i want to save
those who believe they can’t be saved
i could go on
but i don’t know how long it would take till i said;
i want to love myself.
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