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from The Swerve by Just Me

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This is just cue
Time will kill all
Growth is just gall
and if I don't know who
I am to be
time will not stop
growth is just fop
it will run through
one or two—until infinity
if you are just you
and they all just flee
I will split time
So no one is God
So no one is just…me

What's a world if only me is me and me is everything, but I'm still searching for what makes me me without you, but why animosity is provoked when delineation is approached, perception is broached too basic to not evoke a sense of self, who's mine to tell, no time to tell.
I announce nihilism is a cure for all woes, why I would say that, nobody knows. To rank all my doubts, see all my hate, coping with agony is winning the game. You can just question what Is the precession, but conversation of what proceeds leads to the state of retrogression
Was it Self-fulfillment?
No.
Self-sufficience doesn't make a difference
It's a tale of faux diligence
Every step forward amendments
Lend credence to ambivalence
Memories detritus soul is too separate
The abyss im entrenched in is living too literate
Ticket to fate
Cante I can't take
Cantos can't ache
Cryptolect can't court medicant
Epitaph fake trick used to lick sycophants
I'd rather piss blood than deal with this bitch shit
Who's on the same thought process?
carcasses lost in the crevices
Screaming 'whose God is this?'
Screaming who bout to die
Screaming who's on the list
Screaming who's gonna step up to christen this crucifix?

He had made her cry too many times
It's almost as if the Man had been enveloped by the darkness, in his faint sight, in his peak view of her, and he watched as if he did not care.
He understood the pain she felt, he just had satiated the emotion so much he felt weak and tired of repeating the same reaction, as he’s so subtle now...as if he could react in some original way.
He decides to sleep. Does it matter anyway if a dream elicits the same reaction as imagination, as projection, as retrospect, as real life? Is it dichotomy if splitting is not between two extremes—but of endless possibilities all dismally responded to?

What was that?
What I said It was

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from The Swerve, released July 28, 2022

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