I think I’m dead
inside my head.
Body just staggering around;
battered by blows
from those
unfortunate encounters with
the calcified, semi-living
who thrust themselves
upon life like it’s a battle,
a competition for inanity;
flaccid, futile, freezing
existence when
preserving life
is the same as
dying
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Author:
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