Day 15, the halfway point. To commemorate, a crappy poem about being in the middle.
Purgatory
Halfway between coming
and going.
Floating in a pocket of the unknown.
The past weighs down heavily
and the future thrusts upwards.
Crushed between two extremes.
Love and hate.
Will and fear.
Mania and depression.
Each day is caught
in between.
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