The stalemate born from no stimuli- The rush of intellect that falters at the last gasp of air- In those moments- You find the opportunity- With your spent faith in life- To embody the monsters- You’ve become- The ulcer that stretches and grows- Has a life of its own- With grinding teeth and sweaty palms- You fight to stay alive- Engulfing yourself in a purgatorial indifference- To justify- And vindicate- The vandal in you- What are you doing?Birth sign: Libra
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