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nicholasberghane
Jan 3, 2023
1 min read

Endlessly questioning

every single solitary moment

at any time they can

invade my brain

displacing any, everything

and I just fall out of reality

into — something less.

Try to imitate, to be

who I think I should be

always forgetting that

not all compasses point North

and mine doesn't even have

a needle anymore, it's

crooked as fuck and

every day is a jungle

darkened, with night

with no way to even

know how screwed I really am

anyhow.

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