I’m celebrating the fact that I’m not creative.
I’m elevating, refusing breaking.
Exaggerating scenarios about communication.
While I’m misinformed about abominations, I’m consuming
half his nature.
Unnaturally attaching to my frontal cortex.
Skipping out on latex and avoiding faking.
Not taking in information, my brain started slacking.
I was crumbling and cracking.
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