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Pythagorean Theorem

I never understood math. I do understand the world surrounds it, emotions wrap around it. Warping science and emotions why our world is astounding. Maybe that's part of the reason my life keeps amounting. I feel like I'm a pythagorean theorem. Abounded, I have 3 equal personalities that come out depending on my vulnerable state that its surrounding. I never understood why problems have to be solved one way, maybe that's why my mental issues still stay. I tried one way then let it go it didn't work, to bad it was my way. "Yeah you got the right answers, but that's not the process, you cut corners and did it better, come on jot this. Do it again my way it my be longer but it's the confirmed and conformed right way." Conformity, always hated that way, rats in a cage historically turning each way with no direction to take but what the mass population just say I go the opposite way, get a clue I'm different its ok, I like it better that way. I'm an apocalypse talk to dead bodies and vultures, I have no culture, think longer than the apologist over thinking all the time I stare at the crucifix. Hoping one day it can fix all this messiness, resentment I persist holy spirits, give me peace, let me know, show me emotion, let me breathe! Circumference gave me a bubble to feel comfortable at times. area allowed others to intervene from the inside. Perimeter showed me who I was I had no limits but my mind. Start to ravish this whole world and let my lyrics multiply, I divide up my mind prioritize and keep the sain side at the forefront most the time. Percentages leave me relevant on the inside. Fractions, they paying me fractions. That's reality from the inside, modern day ethical slavery but I gotta have it I need something to give me the ability to keep spitting this energy intensity like pie 3.15159, my brain is fried. Starting to feel dead Inside computing my thoughts numbing my emotions I try, I'm not human, my name is Travis. Yes im not lavish im not a circle or a square I dont fit in the normal spot in mentally aware, I'm a rhombus at the soul, I beg you please dont stare.

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