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[poppyfiend]

Today is the day of emptiness,
reflection...
lost, empty thoughts.
I look into the broken pieces
their remnents numb my outer shell
and i feel suspended in a strange gel
an odd feeling of limbo without the necessary strategies.
And i've spoken about paths before,
and have probably faced them more often than
spoken of.
I often wait for my ragged dreams to rip out my trachea and send me spiraling into its harsh reality.
No more crutches
they only lead to this exhausting feeling.
The corroded figure