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Why can’t this world just disappear
Why can’t I become a letter
A word stringed into meaning
To not be living
But breathing in a space
Which is a white page
Yellow now, with marks of fingers
Strange strange strangers
What a way to be
In this constant need to not be
Seen, felt, understood, heard
By a mindless herd
Of creative managers
Of damagers
To sanity
To clarity
Which I once claimed as mine;
A mistake so so fine.
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~insight07
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The unfairness of this world
Sits heavy on my chest
I need to be here
How tough it is, to grow up
To be one, among one billion
Minds and ideas and thoughts
Colliding and crashing
In this massive violent war
To breathe
To be
Or maybe,
Not to be.
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~insight07
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