My thoughts are drowning, within clear yet chaotic puddles, like a sea that pulls me closer still to the depths.
Can you restructure my fake leg then? As I am a textbook case of misanthropy with no positivity to speak of.
If every situation is a test, these burdens called tests have begun to consume my short-lived life,
Knowledge of how we think - creates and devours, our mind's innards so silently withheld, driving me skeptical and jaded.
Countless years of progress lie in wake, give or take, yet is this all we receive before the overall end?
All these horrible lives and amazing masterpieces, is our benign growth only for amusement?
Focusing inward not outward to relieve pain, hopefully building and continuing to mend.
It is quite easy for thought to persuade my beliefs, but I cannot ignorantly persist in falsity...
One unbroken fact remains: everyone is akin, yet there will always be (un)necessary opposites.
The one who enjoys the abuse, and the one that proceeds to rape all resistance away.
If we were all alike, we would all collide too much, assuming that we all yearn for misconceived "originality".
We are a troubled species indeed... As we enjoy being fucked up and continue procrastinating until the end, even on our last heyday.
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