Poetry
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the self performedwithout a second thoughtkept dancing the way it was taughtlaughing while distraught conformed until it couldn’tthe self met confusionwhile the world consumed ituntil full dissolutionuntil all that remained wasannihilation transformed under the pressurethe self grew stronger, cleverbecame the very thingthat controlled the laughing and dancing it was all a confirmationof a perfect orchestrationthe…
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I buried itin the deepest groundI went onand never turned around I ran from itit caught me off guard it multipliedin a million versionsall of themchasing me again out of breath,I stopped runningtil I could see it was only me.
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if you had one wish to fulfillwould you wish for the mask to fall off or askfor a better one would it make you better than anyonewho has no wishno willnothing to fill inthe void that holds still would you give up your free willlet the ego overspillor turn it offrununtil there’s nothing left to run from.
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Darling, take off your mask for a minutefeels liberating, doesn’t it?the view is beautiful, isn’t it?What the heart foresaw, eyes now see Darling, laugh at the ironythere’s always two sides to the same storylet the coward flee, let the ugly befor hatred affects, only he who projects let your soul not be soaked in the venom…
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Let’s just pretend everything is fine, that everything has been brought by perfect designAnd even if it takes nine lives you’ll be doing just… fine past years aren’t lost if you are presentas there is nothing other than this momentwaking up today from yesterday’s illusionfacing tomorrow’s light with oblivion And if all feels like a performance, maybe…
