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Numb Nothing Nevermore, I crave little? This is not true? In denial, in retrospect, in chaos, in acceptance, in consideration, in being, I. I I I I I what? I don't know, but I attempt to understand. Sometimes. To a point? To an end? Is the end known, does the end need to be known? I pose these questions, the answers unsought. I cannot continue on in expressive indifference, but a discerning understanding not required in this (recalled) passive audience.
The strength from within, the drive, the center? Where art thou? An unaccepting self-approach condemns this fuck. A fuck-ing fool, given the scale. But but but.
Short I fall in pursuit of my goal. Goal? Convinced.
This distance, this distance, this deviating distance carves (claims) me.
Momentary Insecurity. This is bunk.
The strength from within, the drive, the center? Where art thou? An unaccepting self-approach condemns this fuck. A fuck-ing fool, given the scale. But but but.
Short I fall in pursuit of my goal. Goal? Convinced.
This distance, this distance, this deviating distance carves (claims) me.
Momentary Insecurity. This is bunk.