How do I exist in the space between where I don’t speak and you don’t see Fragmenting existence until I’m a house of mirrors How do I exist in the space between where I don’t see and you don’t speak Fading away from realities I can no longer remain in How many deaths must I experience New rhythms stuck in the same old vision Ignore my pain so I can criticize yours Invertebrate seething pious scorn To paint in one color is to ignore the canvas Burn it away until all spectrums are absorbed Obliterate me until I am no more Another self-fulfilling prophecy of the insecure
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