Staring at a black canvas, everything is slowed down.
Stabbing, burning loneliness...
I'm imploding into myself
Fractured and unalive..
The era of an error,
No sense of self, no sense of worth.
A punctured past, and a stolen future...
I see no meaning- just a cycle of absurdity.
A chain of failures, and humiliations with only some brief recourse to moments of hope.
Firecracker-Duds Firecracker-Explosions to celebrate a freedom I will never have.
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