Pieces
If you stop and think about it
All the voices in your head,
Which you thought you had to silence,
Are already dead.
They’ve submissively had to listen
To that dictator you call “me”
While you try to figure out life
And who you want to be.
Where you think that you have demons
And many pieces of the “you,”
You really have indecision
In figuring out what to do.
While you believe your life is fractals
It is really not at all.
But while “oneness” might be comforting,
It’s only you if you fall.
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Author’s Note on post 330: I haven’t written in a while and I hope this is self-explanitory.
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