Diagnose me with logagraphia, scrutinize my every movement,
You reckon I'm delusional, that there's room for improvement.
Disrespect me, elicit me, detritment me, torment this lost soul...
A shattered memory, scattered among the neglected,
Try to repair, however my mind is infected.
Screeching fragments of my deceased past,
Striking me unitedly, depictions flashing too fast.
Familiar moments, virtually annihilated without notification,
The ability to even attempt to restore normality, results in frustration.
Thus, listen to my thoughts and my dreamings, I demand your interpretation.
Avail me, provide me with the answers, provide!
The land of lies and the kingdom of truth collide.
A misplaced individual, a mistaken combonation,
Of events which promoted the loss of elation...
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