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Wander wide, far, from few
Release thy armaments
The world is welcoming
Abandon them
To remain in a flux of their own cause
Standing still
Looking for the sign
A weakness
From which they will thrive and flourish

Let them die
To the rhythm of your intellect
Collapsing the pores from which they breathe
Reminding them
That they are not real
I wrote this in reference to how one's mind can take control over your ability to manage and rationalize thoughts, where the only way to get past the thoughts is to let them die, and to then move on.

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