Searching in a place for answers, the cruel world’s intentions falling underneath your feet. Altering, refusing, denying your very being. I don’t belong, you don’t belong, none belong, outsiders of your own skin.
Losing a game of win-win, winning a game of losses. A chess piece on a checker board, a thimble in the game of Life. Out of place.
Broken mirror, cursed and hopeless. Stepping on glass, cutting my feet, bruising and bleeding, world forsaken my being.
What have you become?
What have you become..
Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur.
Just don’t deceive me with you.
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