my body is simple mechanics,
cogs and wheels
that carry me through
the everyday mundane.
but my mind always betrays
it's emotional and tells the arteries
to only pump defense
going straight to the heart of me.
what good is free will
when I don't abuse it,
when I lose it?
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Author:
𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (
Offline) - Published: January 31st, 2026 20:19
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