Permanently Unfinished

I want to lie down for a while, Forget that I exist,

forget that I am an entity that requires existing to be seen as real


I have long been struggling With little demons

Little white demons that fall off my tounge and wisp into my mouth


They come so casually, so forgettable, so steadily that I forget that I use them

Rolling off and into the void I call truth

Sinking into memory and creating falsification



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