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  • it's one of those ugly not enough air days
    I don't know what I want
    or where I fit
    do I belong
    only to this restlessness
    I remember
    it as dangerous
    my fast beating heart
    with knots in my middle
    to follow it's call
    it could turn dark
    I might behave badly
    fall down in shadows
    fall asleep to who I am
    add regret to regret
    scream I shouldn't...
    but do it anyway
    then suffer some hell
    disappoint the masses
    who don't know me anyway
    it's all pretend
    this world I see...
    and my role in it
    no applause
    no standing ohhh....
    no one looks
    no one sees
    illusion
    anonymity
    and I cry into nothing
    just another soul
    stumbling to Oneness
    trying to fuck my Ego
    while it plays with all that's holy
    no separate but equal here
    none of that tender stuff
    edges
    and another bloodless coup
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