In this body, I can admit to
Feeling
A bit lucid, a bit dreamy.
Apathy for survival,
To succeed
To distance myself from myself from myself
From
Collectively conscious, albeit hopeful
I have successfully detached
This
From me
Whether it’s the pain of wanting
Or the melancholy from giving up
Both are fine. Both are contrived.
Is this success?
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