Y'all I wrote something-
Confinement.
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What does it mean to be confined, trapped? A great array of prisons exist in this world.
Every advance you make in what was your productive, sickeningly perfect life style; has now given into all the corrupt thoughts of what could've been. You've slaved yourself into just what everyone fears for you. All your life is now, checking in the clock. You have no sanity left of your own; No desires of your own. Every shred of your lasting life essence is burned into your work, leaving left only fragments for all others to see. Truthfully weighed down by an iron ball, made up strictly in your psyche. You grope so desperately for something real, yet you deceive yourself endlessly.
It is quite ironic the pain you force yourself through isn't it? Narrating it into papers and writings only to throw it all away and continue with your unrelenting cycle. You have no emotions. You have no soul left. Just the rot from the time you waste. There are also of course the raging bars of your insecurities. Prodding at you and grasping your legs holding you into a torment of pressured thoughts where it becomes impossible to focus. Purely everything welled up in your mind becomes blanketed with fear and discomfort; You become a memory of what you once were. Only now leading yourself through the other set of what binds you. Your lack of humanity has now forsaken you to a dull meaningless eternity. You are now sitting by your lonesome reflection to this day still bottling up whatever little shred of yourself is left. You are now a puppet to your demons and that mask of yours has grown into you. It's the only thing existent of you now. Fake, Corrupted and Lost.
