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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