dissension
this manipulation is fools gold.All are drowning in the shallows-
the wreckage of a ship that never set sail.
the continual spiral of dissension.
The blind remain deaf.
One cannot deny the heart.
As this search continues.
Sitting back in this chair; watching life occur.
proactive, reactive, or inactive.
All blend together with the retardation of a thousand damned souls.
twists of fate, comedic ,carefully timed ironic interchanges.
one day it will all come to a head.
the one that is loved, is the biggest mystery of all.
ill push forward till my legs rot.
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