less technique, more rant
sorry but my brain's exploding
no time for counting syllables or pixels
this stuff's raw, not pretty
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diagnosis: out of reality
ok, so I cannot color inside the lines
have trouble with rules
still like to imagine
that someone understands
no, don't condone my foolishness
I want to be content, trustworthy
able to resist the candy dish.
and what is reality anyway?
living with the "safe" choice?
avoiding feelings too strong to handle
staying in the shallow end
tip-toeing around time bombs,
because I might find them fun?
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