Unbraced
Removal.
Reap: From the cutting of sweet skin
to becoming the final solution.
Removal leaves me empty.
Removal leaves me bare.
Removal satisfies the initial desire.
What is life without Cement?
I could not fathom the transition.
I could not find myself in the mirror.
To become a norm with sores and scares and time,
plenty of time to
revert but,
never become more.
It is because the world is vain.
It is because you have become vain.
What will you gain?
Nothing.
Placebo and cash.
Cash and Placebo
to
reality.
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