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i take a deep breath

i hit my cigarette

i pray in vain that the present be conveyed

and the Truth is far from what i was expecting. 

so, rage clouds my fulfilled request and it stirs inside

like a hyena, viscious and cowardly

waiting for my sins to die. My breaths become shallow

as I am detoured to bring light upon my tunneled 

vision. Where only the evil is set forth before me

and the good slides by on all sides. 

Oh, it seems my perception is abnormally convexed

and my blindess was all along of my choosing!

Familiar confusion persists like a peacock with but

only one wing. 

the inner pain that truth brings 

makes me want to scream; sweet surrender

for I built my i-dentity out of sand.

my foundations collapse back into the shore 

where the grains number more than in our galaxy

stars are born. Yes my problems are mediocre

when compared. 

To infinity, humble unlearning.