Seeing it hearing it recognizing my awakening mind something that seemed perfect by design, it is no good or it is good for nothing, touching it smelling it recognizing my awakening mind tasting it always seemed perfect as if by design, explanation planned on a face of intention to humiliate for enjoyment foreshadow uncaptured the echoes of silent laughter unwillingly taught to deal and shown superficial incapable mindframe the life I used to know is healing forever in solitude I entered and I remain a mere image of the beauty that I dreamed, days tumbled days of lost importance towards my dream the impossibility is it filling
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