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a violent duplicity in that I am all but complacent,
and my home is uncertainty and I doubt the lives of others are anything of the like.
paranoia may plague my brain like the constant dripping of water from a faucet,
but i promise that I am not trying to succumb to it
If anything, I've become numb to it
- ch
sorry for anything that isn't that great or is without format. i haven't been feeling myself lately, and usually that's exactly what i need, but this is very different. it's sort of a drained feeling, as if I'm empty of everything- not excluding creativity.
YOU ARE READING
carpe diem
Poesíabrought to you from the far corners, shallow pools, and desperate depths of my mind complete
