Should I feel bad when I feel good within?
Others pass me by all knowing and harsh of kin
Ouroboros:
All that is two is one
One isn’t complete without the second half
To make us whole again.
How can I go on when I interfere with myself
From doing what I need to be doing?
This artificial world
This artificial existence
Yet dreams are the purest
And truest worlds and existences
Like a dog who gets excited each time someone comes by
I wait for the moments to leave this cell.
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