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*{Letting My Distortion Become Reality}*
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*{A Stream Of Consciousness}* [The winds howl billowingly, the sun's warmth in the winter.
Apricity.
I feel nothing in these days. No touch, no emotion,
Confusion has set in.
To feed off my bloodless veins,
To touch without feeling a stroke,
To taste the empty air,
To see nothing.]
{I was once blind, now the darkness is all that I can see}
I see the world in broken pixels,
Brought together in my mind of distortion.
I can't understand how undeformed this world really is,
I'm letting my distortion become reality.
~Held in a bed of flowing water, the broken flower's courage lies,
Waiting for the pieces to fly back together in the wind coming from the other way.
It will never happen~
{I had the power to piece together the puzzle,
I could breathe in the night air.
But they took my lungs and thoughts,
And the distortion took place, and bred in my mind.}
