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Like mismatched partners, I've began
to question whether my mind
was tailored for connections.
Moments of distortion with life
become increasingly constant and
the fluidity of the river that was once
thought comes to an abrupt end.
Was i born the right time?
Questions as such linger my mind.
How does a whole generation
Submissively abide to an amoral doctrine?
Constitutional and societal inoculation will be the demise of us,
we can't quell the orange of man
into a rigid bureaucratic system.
Although whats done is done and the damage is irreversible.
This model has failed the vision.
Could this be me?
This form of flesh and bones, these interactions and memories
or rather the facade, the illusive deception of wanting to be.
A desperate attempt to create meaning
out of the desolate void that is existence.