defuncttt

plunge into the field where the wrong is buried, bite back at the wind to reel in the ache which ripens at your throat, folds in on itself, ever-confounding and tying you into stasis. lean into the evil. what is growth if not a surrender into discomfort - the human condition amalgamated. zoom in on your own flailing, decry everything, decry your very essence most of all - but what is your essence if not a conglomerate of everything? in a constant sulk, turn more and more in on yourself, swallow it all into nothing, a back-burn into the mechanism. you're imploding. you have no edges. people walk through you. you've lost your centre and what it feels like to have form. you no longer have a home. you're burnt out from the fight, your strength has become obsolete. 
          	
          	("I used to be a poet")

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defuncttt

plunge into the field where the wrong is buried, bite back at the wind to reel in the ache which ripens at your throat, folds in on itself, ever-confounding and tying you into stasis. lean into the evil. what is growth if not a surrender into discomfort - the human condition amalgamated. zoom in on your own flailing, decry everything, decry your very essence most of all - but what is your essence if not a conglomerate of everything? in a constant sulk, turn more and more in on yourself, swallow it all into nothing, a back-burn into the mechanism. you're imploding. you have no edges. people walk through you. you've lost your centre and what it feels like to have form. you no longer have a home. you're burnt out from the fight, your strength has become obsolete. 
          
          ("I used to be a poet")

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defuncttt

"Loneliness is, at its core, a state of disconnection: a form of turning away from reality rather than engaging with it."