What You Don't See, Behind It All
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Last published Tue, May 19, 2020
scraps of fiction, fractures of reality, stitched together, with the non-existent sanity
this is what ensues, in the minuscule cracks, unbeknownst to thou, past the persona.
this is what one does not witness, behind it all.
Mood Swings Prompt Thy Name, M'human.
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