I don’t know the chemistry of cures. The amount of persuasion the brain needs to swallow it whole. Assimilate to throwing darts in the dark against move the targets. Left to belief, because we all believe it.
Drum up a line. Shuffle this confusion. And find answers in the randomness, draw a convenient conclusion.
And then what? Lose myself from what I supposed to have got. Weave through this lot of have nots. This cycle I writhed in pain.
I did not poison the well
I just wanted to have a drink of water
I may have overreached and
There are places you avoid even if … It sounded like, then, a great idea… See where it goes…
This is not a rabbit hole… This is a snake pit, reasons for… Why those scars are right… There, both your
I stare at it
Remaining blank
Aim some well intended
Empty ideas, I fear
This thing will not get done
I never had the courage and I
Was presumed to be just lazy
You’ll never know it
Where and when it starts
Then you’ll see patterns
Of yourself
With which muscle is dominant in their smile
What they find funny
Where they find happiness
And I know we’ve been taught
To find our own
Be it learned through a tragic lesson
Or influenced popular opinion
A throwback… A throbbing pain… In cubits, the window Is mocking my escape
This may seem familiar… But you are not going to understand… No matter how willing… Ajar be the mind or cupped be the hand…
The curse that I live with for the longest time demands selfish attention and an infinite amount of time. I was hoping to find
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