withdrawl
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Imagine a world wherein no one had philosophy.
Imagine this world as a bigger world
with more people who were mirror images of their neighbors.
Imagine these images every day
were shattered upon rocks
Its slumber nary broken
The beast inside the mind.
Pills are the token
To leave the past behind.
The beast inside me stirs
As my heart cries out in pain
From a million tiny burns
Of life
