The Persistence of State
Close your eyes and see yourself.
Wipe away the guise you lay out to fool society.
Unravel the layers deemed necessary for your world.
Look at yourself and see your core.
It's mediocrity in its most fragile form.
What defines your essence now presented
to you as a naked figure and you,
you will feel remorse at the sight.
That you let yourself transform into something
that would disgust you to witness in another being,
but here it is, and it is you.
You'll long for the past, knowing that once
there was a beautiful version,
and you'll feel regret knowing that it will
never be beautiful again and can only wither more.
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