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inside
embrace the lonely taste of kindness
left in the blindess i try to
stand on two feet
but questions are asked and im too tired to outlast this
holding onto the dream
this is a thought intervention
caused to find the pieces of my
sanity
the definition of "my box"
is left lonely in the swamps
places ill never visit
just grasp your reality from a single strand of luminosity
a second glance at attention
remembering long repressions
underneath the lines, hidden awareness
i am forever experiencing lessons
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