Goldsboro, NC
United States

Put death to the thought of my own thoughtlessness; succumb to the enthralling promises, but sink into a trembling demise. You are touched and prodded, molded and stretched. You are something that you’re not. Don’t listen to the lies again; they lack fruitfulness of reality and encase too vast a life. This life preaches to you, confines your actions, and makes your decisions. You are trapped and they can’t hear you screaming out the truth; you are faceless and they refuse to see you, as you try to become real.


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