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The Pin

Without noticing my open wounds

I found a pin

I didn't understand it

I looked at it again and again

Where did this pin come from?

What does it mean?

The pin isn't anything

It's what's behind the scene

From the broken wall

To the patio floor

This world isn't that small

So why am I so bored?

The pin from the unknown

It's all torn up and thrown

And behind it's exterior

The message was clear

My head crashed into itself

Refusing to commit

And overthrown by anxiety

And the other emotions and shit

The pin is just me

And the pin doesn't know of me

Things happen in front of it

Finally the emotions have confronted

My eyes swelled 

as I looked to the pin

I can't stop looking at it

again and again

Here it is

It's me once more

And now my emotions 

They're all torn

There are many pins

And this one is mine

The pin really is something

It's rather sublime

Through this pool

The pin converged

And through the emotion

My feelings unheard

Not by others

But by myself

I sit alone

All wrapped in wealth

The pin describes its own

I added some layers

So the pin was overblown

And I the slayer

I throw the pin away

In deep defiance

As I let my hair sway

The rebellion of the reliant