I still have no idea how I got here,
yet I have thrice retraced my steps, backwards and blindfolded.
I can't tell anymore if this is where I strove to be
or steered to avoid alighting,
but the sheer disdain of it makes me hope
it's only temporary,
like the truth.
This lifestyle really can swallow you whole;
a nearly fashionable style of suicide,
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