Lost path, without cause, I stumble on jagged rocks, hunting for the unknown in time-bound sorrow.
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Neurons that spark in despair, and fuse in restfulness. Is ignorance peace?
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To feel is to love. But gone a love, a nectar of fulfilment, lost to the mind’s pretentious trickery.
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Heartburn of an obese felt even in the fit & glam, but a numbness echoes in every pulse.
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Menace to all, a party to none – your worth determined by intangible thoughts.
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Could have done more, could have been more. Maybe this is deserved. A karmic stall.

– Ted