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To dust we shall return
Ponder on it for a moment
Did you feel your insides churn?
The thought of death
We keep at bay
And waste our lives
As if we have eternity

To dust we shall return
Ponder on it a little more
Did you feel the need to be reborn?
And accept how ephemeral
This life of ours can be
And avoid at all costs, trivialities

To dust we shall return
Ponder on it until dawn
Or until you’ll feel at ease
Of this cosmos’ innate unfairness
That it will continue to exist
When we take our last breath

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Your cosmic twin
Born when your life was given
Your cosmic ally
When as a kid, your bids to adapt went awry

Your cosmic friend
When life gave you traumas to mend
Your cosmic enemy
It goes out, you’re free but future you shan’t see

Your cosmic healer
Eases your agonies to make you feel better
Your cosmic teacher
Bestows lessons to make your life richer

Your cosmic slave
Follows you, whatever life you’ll choose to make
Your cosmic judge
Discerns if your existence deserves a slur or a badge

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I stumbled along the way
Was shattered into pieces
Picked up and put the shards back
Fitting them in on me
Sorting and gauging each piece
Like how I would in a puzzle
Spaces in between each connection
They are stamps
Sealing the uniqueness of my journey
A window on the many ways
I’ve been broken
And how I’ve managed to put back
All the pieces of me of again

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You go around and share a tale
’Cause keeping silence makes you ill
Words of contempt, disgust and hate
You use like dagger to berate

You talk like you have never sinned
While someone, on the ground you pin
Talk down and demonize a soul
To judge, when has it been your role?

You tear down one’s reputation
As if you can exalt your own position
Or maybe you avoid your own insecurities
And so you focus on other’s frailties

You seem to have everything right
So other’s flaws and faults you cite
Or do you see the world with fear
And attacking first, is your way to gear?

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I saw you listening
to every word I say
Filtering every word
through your autobiography
You translate what I said
as if you’ve lived in my world
Figuring out my thoughts and feelings
as if I’m just an easy code you’re breaking

I hear you talking
and I meant to listen
But your words are filtered
by my own lens
Your words are empty
if they are not familiar
You see, we often hear each other
for who and what we are

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Take account
Of who you have become
Are you your truest self
Or the lives you follow
You are but the sum?

The way you talk
The way you dress
The way you think
Is the tribe you emulate
Worth to shrink your self?

See your reflection again
Stare long enough
And see where it all begin
When you gave up a part of your self
To comfortably fit in

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Diana Zamoras

Diana Zamoras

Writes ramblings of my heart to gain clarity of mind.