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a horse with no name
every morning, and throughout the day/night, contemplation consumes my brain; I'm drifting through this "life" like a horse with no name
i want it to end×10-now the summer's sun shines again; I want to make it count-ideas settle in; because I'm nothing but a tool to "them"(whomever/the system)....
maybe I'll drown in some hen, while prefusivly sweating- while in and out of consciousness; embracing full on oblivion; nothing to hold tight to-nothing to fuel momentum
hoping there's something worth while on the other end; i don't want to ever experience this life again; yearning for another realm, consciousness minus a body to inhibit in....
i'm unable to shake this feeling....
Published 22nd May 2022
| Edited 23rd May 2022
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