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#malignancy
every day I had to dig through deeply rooted malignancies and clusters of phosphorescent spider eggs and webs full of dead flies draped throughout a long-abandoned domain once inhabited by my mind the roots pushed and twisted their way through thick walls of the foundations and membranes of spirit mind and body where I didn't even know how to feel all I knew is that I had crossed unseen no trespassing signs in life among the living I lived as though I were dead In the midst of vast human knowledge I held vast emptiness instead this lack of substance was all that was left in my mind I found myself trying to buy back more of what I had to leave behind my mind and spirit were in lockdown in this death I began to die when I flew high I felt let down in the truth I saw a lie the dawn of each new day filled the sky with hues of a darker light since all of the windows were barred and boarded-up the only way I could see glimpses of a brighter light or others living life were through any thin little cracks I could find like an addict trying to avoid their addiction each new day and every waking hour I would find myself learning what I was losing my mind trying to forget I was so sick and tired of d . . . always going down o w n truth only strengthened this neurotic depression but in the throes of pain and breakdown I found hope in a New Day when I was lost in the cycles of confusion I at least found pieces of peace and pieces of mind along the way when I die with the sun in the midst of the evening I now find enough faith to believe I will rise with it again when I seem to have lost all of my chances I clutch desperately to any strand of a chance to begin saving what's left of my mind buying what used to be mine.
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Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 7:56 AM UTC
Saving What's Left of my Mind, Buying What Used to be Mine
every day I had to dig through deeply rooted malignancies and clusters of phosphorescent spider eggs and webs full of dead flies draped throughout a long-abandoned domain once inhabited by my mind the roots pushed and twisted their way through thick walls of the foundations and membranes of spirit mind and body where I didn't even know how to feel all I knew is that I had crossed unseen no trespassing signs in life among the living I lived as though I were dead In the midst of vast human knowledge I held vast emptiness instead this lack of substance was all that was left in my mind I found myself trying to buy back more of what I had to leave behind my mind and spirit were in lockdown in this death I began to die when I flew high I felt let down in the truth I saw a lie the dawn of each new day filled the sky with hues of a darker light since all of the windows were barred and boarded-up the only way I could see glimpses of a brighter light or others living life were through any thin little cracks I could find like an addict trying to avoid their addiction each new day and every waking hour I would find myself learning what I was losing my mind trying to forget I was so sick and tired of d . . . always going down o w n truth only strengthened this neurotic depression but in the throes of pain and breakdown I found hope in a New Day when I was lost in the cycles of confusion I at least found pieces of peace and pieces of mind along the way when I die with the sun in the midst of the evening I now find enough faith to believe I will rise with it again when I seem to have lost all of my chances I clutch desperately to any strand of a chance to begin saving what's left of my mind buying what used to be mine.
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It is rooted to my teeth my stomach my nostrils my nasal cavities It rustles when I breathe in It begs for more when I bite It screams when I swallow I cannot be your choir boy And I will not kiss you not today not tomorrow not tonight
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Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 11:47 PM UTC
The Unforgiving Evil Deep Within