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Dumb, deaf, & blind to the side I'm on.
Deciding on life, riding highly
medicated. Demonstrated, all I can do, to
get this to you. A message, not only true.
What I've been through is nothing, so
don't go there, I won't care, & I surely
don't dare. So, documented within
present tense, relax to a hope in
something I can't define. Pull this back &
forth, south to north, left to write, this
note to you all. As I fall into the abyss of
understanding, without a landing & never
again to be standing. So much to say, too
much to display, & in a way, I've already
lost, everything for a cost, of bad
decision, revisions are illusionary, yet on
the contrary, I may see, improvement,
with a movement toward a divine kind of
nothing, see, that's the thing, did I intend
for my life to be this way?
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