Calloused Catalyst
Inadequacies I barely see past- though my perception is vast.
I acquire a variety of linguistic contrast.
the context is in question- and though its perplexity unknown,
will suffer in direction, with reality postponed.
With no solution feesable- which ways the way out.
engulfed with anxiety, I search for my route
to escape the confrentation, and the all consuming doubt;
though I succeed in isolation, all I'm left with is without.
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