Everything rises high
before
a
great fall.
I'm picking
up
pieces
of my
shattered mind,
but
I don't remember
where
they fit.
The system is
changing
and
I don't know
where I belong
in this
frantic mass
of
human enigmatic
fear.
Less a confession,
more a cry for help.
Lost....
and trying hard
not
to
be
found.
 
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