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To The Imposter Syndrome Of You

Into the lattices of laughter,
the places you never belonged,
into the faces of the things you are after,
into the simple complex, of the societal song:

Where you
shall
be sent to

pieces

of

You,

Made to be years of tears,
these futures, they are so-so broken.

So? Does anyone really care
that you are there,
that you exist?

Is this
existence
worthless?

Meaningless?

Perhaps-perhaps�

Sometime I cannot remember
what it is
that I felt, once -

and the rode was quite dark,
it sometimes seems�

I know the world is fucked,
totally fucked,

and people might
seem
so pristine,

or something�

but maybe if you take the time
to analyze
them

With your mind

so very-very inclined
[to self destruction
of the self]

perhaps you will find

You have the capability
or the ability

To take them into your

Perception
&
transform

Them
to

Dust
&

Nothing.

Written by Cipher_O

(WarlordoftheWrittenWord)

Published 20th Oct 2021

#shadows

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Re. To The Imposter Syndrome Of You

NightGoddess

20th Oct 2021 3:46pm

Interesting question, �Is this existence
worthless?� �Our� existence is realized by our feelings and our senses. Easy to put data into our programs, lots of entry points. The �world� puts in a lot of negative.

I think it matters how we process it all. Our existence is an anonymous gift perhaps or just a perfect evolution of carbon, but regardless we are here and we always have ourselves, nothing is worthless

Yes, we have the capability to transform them
NG🌹