Idea/Thought 1
I'm losing my grip on reality.
Making my way to no functionality.
Beyond being passive, aggressive,
Lift my head up with a passion.
Left alone to my own devices,
Left to roam through the crevices.
Find the secrets, don't give in.
After all, I'm only human.
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