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Thoughts racing...
So out of form and pace, yet return to confront
me like rhythmic patterns, aimlessly targetting
the core that once drove me to aim back and fight.
All that I am has been consumed by What I have
become, my sanctity of peace and self respect
is their most frequent target, as these patterns
form entities that pace like waves crashing into
my sanctity, leaving it a hollow, lonely ruin
of envy and bitter desire. Forever, I dance
for another alone here...

Days blend together in this place of
uncertainty, and my screams echo, but wither as
they soar through the storm in my heart where
the conditions are too bad for one to go.
Every small leap I take is just one step
closer to a shove back, just one more reminder
That these waves are systematic. Their crash is
the shove, their torment is the pace, rejection
is their never ending patterns that pace
rhythmically through my mind and veins, and they
flow so endlessly through my heart, churning the
weather.

One wish is for them to see me beyond as they
do their effort to deplete me. To see me seeing them
as a tide under the waves, that bleeds out further than
any crash, and their beauty through the mask. If one
could view me in such light, then one could brave the storm,
discover my lonely temple, find me and spring love
through these veins, uncovering a lost tale of
What I was, who I am, and breathe life
back into my mind, arming me to fight once more...