I’m being ground down by the tyrant within my mind is an elegant trap a fractal of coloured lenses painting my emotions various shades of sodom I can’t go on living like this but what else do I know? I have to move and make my way by moving somehow arriving and departing constantly shifting until I find some direction that feels like I’m heading somewhere I ought get into this right into the heart of this you kindled a flame in me now watch me burn art colours life so paint me red paint me gold paint me anything at all I’m losing my distinctions it all blurs into nothing and nothing becomes me like nothing at all
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