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Jay 1d
Opened.
Pried and beckoned
Ripped from tranquility
Forced into this reality
Again.
Jay 1d
Stand beside me, Friend
The one I have always feared
The one that lives here.
Jay 2d
Cradle his young ego
The man repeats old patterns
Fooled by his own mind
Jay 2d
He can feel it.
And his eyes —
they see-
Caught in the currents
of obscurity.

This inevitability —
it awakens him.

These somatic winds
constantly reshape him.

A soul of inhibited
possibilities,
choosing to dig holes into insanity
instead of ladders
to his destiny.

The worth of a
dying industry sits
in the window
of his faded face.

His view surrounded
by his broken luxuries

He keeps digging
to insanity.

— The End —