From insanity to poetry...

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It has been beautiful

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Enlightening and perhaps even cursed

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I have seen the world

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I say that because I know people.

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People like you, people like them

And her.

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And yet, I do not know of the existence of people like me

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I believe it's possible I was a sole creation

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Created to create

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Exposure to the world you do not see.

 

Like Gatsby said, you can change the past.

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And now here we are.

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The present is the future once beheld by my own aspirations.

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My journey of medication has proven to be very fruitful.

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Though I still smell the rotting corpse of the rest of this world.

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I have been enlightened of the recipe for the elixir.

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Felina.

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A year of existentialism.

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A year of being a stray dog.

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Scorpion.

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Now an elegant bird.

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I was once surrounded by creatures,

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Now they're children.

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Meanwhile, I press forward.

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With the knowledge that what comes next is beautiful.