WorldA Poem by PsykolabeI can't change myself, but there is nothing worth changing for, the world crumbles beneath my feet, but you stand resolute, with the earth beneath you unyielding to the weight of your sorrows, why can you outlast me, why is the world all that I can hold on to? Perhaps it is all I think to keep before dreaming, and in dreaming, am I truly alone? No, for the world is mine alone to keep, my own world, and the world is alive to me, as much a living entity as myself. © 2010 PsykolabeReviews
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