sideways to the left, frustration and unhappiness, looking for the blame, ending in a culdesac mirror image of myself, the pieces scattered and toppled over, although there is a desire for abstraction, the
fear is clear, normalcy, nemisis, niceties, nationalism, the experience does not lie, and my identity beckons, choices made and lacking any clarity, a baby struggles to sit up, i struggle with lying down......
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