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Nick 2d
Please God let me out of my body

living as myself hurts so much.

God why did those things happen to me?

Please god.

Why.

Did I deserve it?

Did I deserve it when she started to ***** me in front of everybody?

Did I deserve it when she convinced me to just

Let her do it.

God why?

Why?

Nobody even believes men about that kind of stuff anyway.

Why God?  You cursed me into dealing with all this anguish.

It hurts.

It hurts so bad.

I don’t want to have to deal with it anymore.

But **** it do I live out of SPITE.

She and He will not be the reason I die. I will live. No matter how many people scar me.
Hope! Recovery!
What attention's worth the price after production,

original intent was mentioned with no ion,

no intention
to define a republic, Venice,
for example, imaginable, global village,
once we all accept the other right,
Dunbar number voting nodes agreed
to be, as we have all religiously agreed,

truth is worth more than profit margins.

**** sapiens have limits second sapiens
cannot correct, conscious autonomic
fear of falling leads to running,
wait and see,
some peaces past took eons,
to get one decade of happy slaves…
carnal mind defensive nodes, remenants
from the lobster stacking game we trained on.

Truth, as wisdom, known with understanding,
old magi serve freeing wisdoms,
precept upon precept, stepon
onstep.  Step weight push

on step get the swing of it,
there was an e once and a ce
suddenly imagine flying if no body were needed
cloud shape sneezed realized galactic form,

yes, stop motion slow time mode
our sneezes are force formed shapers
of our kind, coded notes
to T cells
in virtual
vitro mental
marrow… healthy bones,
barring bad luck cancers,
who's
to blame an insufficient faith,
shame,
what do you think we are, among the stars
we have living
on earth
with us now,

the first children born
into 5G and didital
currencies and for seeable futures

with no justifiable wars,
with reasons
for being re
validated each generation, all simulations

mirror neuronically producing identical
patterning vain prayers
to change the code.
--- until naked, was the word
--- naked truth the child said,
--- while pointing at the new historic towb
adversaries all righeously enrobed, ra'
fallen man eats fallen fruit, yah
never picked, ready to eat, ripe\

Stop this world. I want off.
And as anticipated, it's never that easy.

There's a cmd line to find, nnn redo okeh
but no make it like you never intended to know.

--------- Aesop's version
Never attempt to serve two masters in a cage fight.
No, that's not the moral, the moral is, take the win.

Walk away and make your peace with all you used
to realize
you do realize most of what we agree is real,
can be made to seem unnecessarily hard to learn.

Patience, Herr Doktor, the fool's remedy,
is as beans evident to Pythagoreans.
a diversion, an entertaining form pursuing a bardic nature...
a bouquet of jasmine
held with a bushel of pecks
to satiate a peckish heart

a longing way to go
we push past mirages
running while chaste to a tangible start
Nick 2d
I miss the images,

that I used to latch onto so dearly, of the people who had wronged me so.

But such ideals were never real.

Neither ever truly loved me.

But I miss my lover.

The one who would've
loved me with their whole heart.

The one who would've
treated me right.

The one who would've
stuck up for me during arduous times.

The one who didn't just

ever so carnally desire

to tear me apart from inside to out.

With each day passing by,

I ever yearn for the gentle embrace of a true lover.

Yearning for the one who would've wiped my tears as I write this poem

Yearning for the one who would've
comforted me as I struggled to sleep tonight

Yearning for the one who would've
comforted me

as I wake up sobbing and heaving,

remembering what grievous acts have been

committed against me,

and etched into my soul forever.

Yearning, forever and ever

My soul forever remains wandering.

The stains of the greedy hands of others

Etched onto my body till the day I die.

It feels like I can never escape.
I wrote this when I was struggling to sleep haha
Autisma 2d
To do a dance
Permed via biased time
Ie manipulation trying
To take effect before time
Is pondering upon the effect
Of an until
Opened up by the aftereffects
They'll never be done
And for every reason there is
They want to tear apart the fabric
Of life
Whilst ******* me off
And loudening the unoccurences
Of current events
Whilst playing dumb
About all the dumb stuff

Amen Arknawr
Amen God
For the truth has been written
I’ll collapse at the countertop seat
Your peel an apple for me
the knife, tugs careful, steady,
a slow whisper against the skin
your hands firm but soft-
press the blade downward,
the calloused,
****** skin floats down,
placing itself on the countertop.
I’ll place my hands on the countertop, resting my young-
burden head on my hands,
gaze up at you with my eyes,
puffy and tired.
You’ll say soft phrases.
Tears brim my eyes
cutting the apple into pretty even slices. You’ll arrange some lovingly on the plate
walk it to me and place it onto the countertop
come behind me embrace me,
kiss my head and whisper,
soft words as I bleed like the apple.
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