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Modern day empireThe same as old,Man doesn't really have timeJust Inventions and different clothes.Still craving our nature the two split purpose,Consumption and reproductionAll else is conjuring vanity,An evolving Microchip of lost perception, a tinted clarity.Yet we entrapped ourselves into a diamond cast,Being compounded by every grasp that meets ear, eye and touch.Never forget the truth bearing lust,that feeling of inner-ness that splinter-hair precision awarenessAnd ask the question you've subconsciously locked awayWhy are you being and what are the aims?And then at that moment your shell will fall apartso remind yourself of the real truth the binds mind and heart,and roam among your ancestors in the lyceum of endless fascination
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This poem describes the start to a relationship ending in horror
All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?