Jekyl and Hyde

Short poem:

Nothing to me

Is ever right or good intentioned.

Always fantasies of what could have happened.

Running from myself

the soul is forgotten.

In a dream we jump and wake

before hitting bottom.

But those of us that cannot escape are not forgotten.

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