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Stagnant

This heart beat, a constant yearning, with no one to love back

Stagnant

These eyes, grazing magazines, but I cannot transport through the pages

Stagnant

This mind, full of ideas, of conquering mountains and repelling

Of riding a bike faster than her very heart is beating

Stagnant

This mind, with its thoughts, an eagerness to live, constant learning

Longing for friends to share these stories

Stagnant

This body, capable of running, screaming, and loving. Boy this girl is capable of healing, an enlightening being with actions so revealing

Stagnant

Laying in bed in hopes of a new beginning, wakes up alone the very next morning

Goes to work and comes back to sleep with big enough dreams to make her bleed. It all goes unseen

Stagnant