Confused Man
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A confused man, all in crystal white
with a bleeding scar on his face
a man with no voice, and with no form of direction and with a faded rope wrapped around his neck.
A man who had been lost in his mind, and cut by blades, and trapped in a never ending circle, and torn by staying or leaving and struggling in his own mind;
who screamed and pleaded and growled and bled;
and whose feet no longer touched the ground in his thoughts
as he struggled to realize his mind and thoughts,
pushed him in the deep end...
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