I can't quite figure out why everything seems so incoherent.
So out of place.
I've spent all my life searching for a way out of all the enigmas coming up.
But I never bothered looking for answers to them.
It's 2 am.
And the ghouls of intuitions are gasping in my head and incessantly trying to drown my soul
into the abyss of numbness.
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delirium
Poetry[POETRY - lower case intended] ephemeral emotions swirling in form of delicate words.
