figments of self

October 12, 2010
By Anonymous

A figment

nothing but a figment
the electric hooking of cells



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reality



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what you make it


I can see

right through your eyes



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no lines



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truth becomes lies


the absolutes


have died



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confused?



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don't be


find a way


to slip inside

there's nothing to realize



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figments



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nothing but figments


The author's comments:
This is about life. Not life like most seventeen year olds have experienced it, but like an unlucky few have. I'ts about the feeling of receeding inside of your self so far that you can no longer tell what is real, about how pain can snuff out everything you used to be and replace it with insanity.

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