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Unfinished


Victim of an institution

instituting illness

when everyone is saving face,

society is busines

wish that I could close my eyes

be free from all the sickness

travel to a unknown place

blessed by it's transcendence

& severe all the ties to this minimal dimension

free me from this fallacy

a place that's so conflicted

appealing to celebrity

so hindered by tradition

 

 

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