Void of self
My escape from prison during lucidity is eclipsed by my imprisonment through sleep. Anxiety is a warden who does not allow visitors. Obsessive compulsive disorder allows a window out of a jail not unlike Alcatraz. How does an inmate of an biological crime come up for parole when the synapses have no compassion?
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