am slowly sinking,
Into my quintessence bindings,
To all that I am killing
Once loved about my own true self,
The denim of society,
Thick with its dexterity,
Hidden in the pockets,
I will find what it means to be me,
Coughing up the blood of my ancestry,
Constantly revising the elements of social chemistry,
Pouring harsh reality,
Into my Captain Crunch in the morning,
I fill your void with my own anxiety,
My blood filled with your sobriety,
I just pray for my piety,
I once loved myself,
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