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Feb 2014
The end result is a losing battle for both sides
The fear encompassing has no place to hide
Bequeathing a new type of thought
Insanity, psychotic all symptoms of brain rot
Was I taught because all knowledge is gone
Using my pen to write a memoir of things I never did
Plenty of things seem to relate
In a way never before, such a feeling with power so great
This thing is now a part of me
Speaking truth in a voice of blasphemy
In each ear I can hear it so clear
Scary, pervasive, sometimes brings me fear
X, y and z you see
Just letters of dimensions that contain versions beautiful to see
Another you another me
We have spoken
They are truth
They are it
Inside my mind speaking of theories that here can’t be defined
His name is mine and we finally agree
Gained intelligence 6 and 7 8d
Cornering a thought that was chased for too long
A relief or reason why I’ve become so strong


Emotionally blank awoken by my own stank my arms are pinned so tightly to my chest
Padded room hair is sprawled in my face, ***** and feces everywhere
A man approaches plugging his nose
Force feeds me pills and speaks non sense
Then another with a hose
Cold, wet and feeling so ashamed
I wish to speak to the man from another that carries my name
christopher victor coia
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christopher victor coia  los angeles
(los angeles)   
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