my mind grows weary of life
head aching with an excess of everything
maybe I am crazy
how else do you explain the detachment that prevails all too often
crashing so hard I seem hollow
in the surrounding circle of my unexplained despair
tears do not come
only numb eyes,
empty bothersome vessels
unaware of the world outside
yet I would not have it any other way
in the midst of my isolation
I am not duplicated
or a replica
I am just me
faults and all
mind truly...
awake,
aware
of the beauty in demise
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