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<meta charset="UTF-8">
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<title>genesis - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<body class="mayvaneday">
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<p align=center>
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<a href="/index.html"><b>MayVaneDay Studios</b></a>
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<p> </p>
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<p><b>genesis</b></p>
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<p>published: 2-3-2019</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>I'm Vane Cassia Vander!<br />
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but what does that mean?<br />
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am I just a sad little person<br />
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forever staring at a screen</p>
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<p>how poetic would it be to die<br />
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assuring myself that I am alive</p>
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<p>is this my fate,<br />
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to live half a life in my own body,<br />
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sacrificing precious time and sentience<br />
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to a figure not even of my own creation?</p>
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<p>I work, I cry, I bleed<br />
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convincing myself that I am only me<br />
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that I have only ever been myself<br />
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just under a different million names</p>
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<p>and then the dreams begin.<br />
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there has never been a me<br />
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just myself in different costumes<br />
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acting out the roles that fate sets for you and me</p>
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<p>am I going crazy?<br />
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am I going insane?<br />
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will my life end in a psychiatric ward<br />
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with all my secrets laid out to bare in the sunshine?</p>
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<p>tell me, o one with the midnight hands,<br />
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what is it about you<br />
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that brings out the worst in me?<br />
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what in myself do I see in you?<br />
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for I'm not a part of you</p>
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<p>incomplete<br />
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and yet rejecting the greater whole<br />
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that, if the midnight hands were correct,<br />
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we were once a part of</p>
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<p>maybe there was some divine,<br />
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the ancient father<br />
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of every daughter I've known,<br />
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from which both you and I were born<br />
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shards of the same soul<br />
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bourne through space and time</p>
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<p>but herein lies a problem<br />
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because pieces should want to reform into a whole<br />
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and yet, you and I just seem to hurt each other</p>
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</body>
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