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chipped tooth anger diagnostics, and the ability to understand their degrees.



one day, i didn't just wake up aware

i have been built up, from one extreme to the next,

back to the lesser, in between, hurt by the truth,

then scorned by it's absence.

the void of illusion doesn't sit well,

it's ground is quickly pulled out from under you,

or me, or anybody.

i believe, life is cyclic, things are bound to repeat

and in that respect, the responsibility to oneself,

to handle life differently goes often unseen.

we seethe with firelight and burn our innersight,

then red becomes the color of our grudge,

we attempt aggressively,

to make our confrontations bleed,

or we secure the walls, to withdraw in self loathing, departed from the why of our being,

lost for all we care to engage in our findings.

science could not be clearer, in a broken mirror,

we're all liars staring back in the face of adversity, discarding the ambitions that make me feel complete,

forcing dreams, words are sown in fantasies

a comforting shameful disease, cured every time i read,

and what i allow, is more for me, than you,

right before your eyes, with their concepts underneath

heavy lines of depth and meaning

that seem almost out of reach,

sometimes i melt the candle at both ends,

whatever that means.