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My trust has been squandered though. I'm broken, I realize this. But how many times, how many adhesives must I go through before I finally stick. I'm sorry if I'm hesitant to try one that I got so much yet so little from. What I lost was reality. I found paradise outside of logistics and experiments as to which I sculpted my very lifestyle. That was nice, yes. But sometimes reality has means of making itself known, shouting in your ear until you can't hear anymore, then you want to hear. That's the catch. It's a trap brought upon by the very religion in which I pledged. Or maybe my thinking is warped, maybe I became deaf for the betterment of myself. But don't when you loose a sense the others are enhanced. Not canceled, far from it. I'm just trying to find something beautiful to say. I took that something beautiful and turned it back to ashes. I don't know why. Maybe I couldn't be an could. I forsook myself, in turn forsaking my guide. My Christ. I am confused, I'm not prideful. I'll admit that. But catastrophes happen, how can we prepare for that? I've been living by my tongue, my tongue is what's gotten me this far, but sometimes were so focused on keeping our mouths from dry that we take the nearest drink. I guess I thought too quickly and grabbed the venom when the elixir was just around the corner. I live poetically, I always have. Sometimes a poets words are that of a sword, if words were weapons I guess. I'm vocalizing my own suicide. I'm not externalizing a haux, I've demonized that's not a lie. But there is a reason lionized means what it means. Why demonize and lionize are opposites. That is my inbetween.

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My trust has been squandered though. I'm broken, I realize this. But how many times, how many adhesives must I go through before I finally stick. I'm sorry if I'm hesitant to try one that I got so much yet so little from. What I lost was reality. I found paradise outside of logistics and experiments as to which I sculpted my very lifestyle. That was nice, yes. But sometimes reality has means of making itself known, shouting in your ear until you can't hear anymore, then you want to hear. That's the catch. It's a trap brought upon by the very religion in which I pledged. Or maybe my thinking is warped, maybe I became deaf for the betterment of myself. But don't when you loose a sense the others are enhanced. Not canceled, far from it. I'm just trying to find something beautiful to say. I took that something beautiful and turned it back to ashes. I don't know why. Maybe I couldn't be an could. I forsook myself, in turn forsaking my guide. My Christ. I am confused, I'm not prideful. I'll admit that. But catastrophes happen, how can we prepare for that? I've been living by my tongue, my tongue is what's gotten me this far, but sometimes were so focused on keeping our mouths from dry that we take the nearest drink. I guess I thought too quickly and grabbed the venom when the elixir was just around the corner. I live poetically, I always have. Sometimes a poets words are that of a sword, if words were weapons I guess. I'm vocalizing my own suicide. I'm not externalizing a haux, I've demonized that's not a lie. But there is a reason lionized means what it means. Why demonize and lionize are opposites. That is my inbetween.