Hesitate
More like talking than actually poetry... Though do I write any other way?
I used to know.
Once
I knew how
To live.
Now...
Now I live,
Stop,
And live again.
Never knowing
How
Why
Or When
I'll start
And stop again.
I used to know.
I used to Know.
But maybe...
maybe living
is about
Living.
Not knowing;
Not needing to know.
Maybe...
If only I knew.

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