Miscalculations and moments of self-assertion . These mistakes, I wish I learned the first time. Abating in my conceit with obvious wounds to show. A battered and bitter human but less off a being. Inward and beyond, a lack of will rest in the void. No righteous fury to arise and truly feel alive. Inward and beyond, I am not whole. Trace back the symptomatic scares, they tell the tale of a troubled trance. But now, with audacious hands over my eyes the darkness inspires. A sight for all the sore eyes exposed to artificial light. Forced immolation, polish the blemishes that tarnish me until I dissipate in my search for divination. I watch the days pass by through transparent walls. It eats away at me to stand so still. We must dispel the benevolent idea of boredom. You are the journey.
Sedated by the government;
our attention distracted..
a second hand reality priced, contorted, recycled.
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